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A   SATIRE    ON    NATIONAL    EVILS 

BY 

THOMAS    H.     KENNEDY. 


PUBLISHED  BY  THOMAS  H.  KENNEDY 
1035  MARKET  STREET,  SAN   FRANCISCO,  CAL. 


COPYRIGHT,  1914,  BY  THOMAS  H.  KENNEDY 
ALL  RIGHTS  RESERVED 


CHASE   &   RAE,   PRINTERS 
SAN    FRANCISCO,  CAL, 

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MARGINAL  NOTES. 

A  Hero 's  Bust /..../../....T. 1 

Patriotic    Warfare .ffa....*.'..^ 1 

Our  Early  Navy /^./^f ^jTvLf 2 

Fighting    Fleets ..'. 2 

Prosperous    Peace 3 

Westward    Immigration 3 

Bright  California 4 

False    Praise 4 

Interruption  y 5 

An   Angry   Phantom 5 

A    Rebuke 5 

Ballots  Debased 6 

Precinct    Sluggers 6 

Election    Grafters 7 

Church  Grafters  '..     7 

Women    Grafters 8 

Buying   Votes 9 

Crooked    Counting 9 

Removing    Evidence 9 

Judicial    Whitewash 9 

Corrupt    Legislatures 10 

Congress  10 

Party  Hacks .' 10 

Fighting    Members 11 

Thrifty    Senators 11 

Hopeless  Toilers 12 

Child    Slaves 12 

The  Nation 's  Curse 13 

Mine    Slaves 13 

Raiding    Homes 14 

Industrial  Shame 14 

The  Lockout 15 

Military    Murder 15 

U.   S.   Slaves 16 

Postal    Workers 16 

Robbed    Consuls 16 

Naval  Officers 17 

Proper    Entertainment 17 

Bankrupt  Crews 17 

Immigration    18 

Asiatics    18 

Congressional  Cowards 18 

Deceived    Europeans 19 

The    Navy 19 

Tainted  Rations 20 

Unsafe    Ships 20 

The    ' '  Maine ' ' 20 

Unwise    Parsimony '. 20 

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MARGINAL  NOTES.  Pages. 

Possible  Results 21 

Lost    Merchant    Marine 21 

Grewless    Vessels 21 

The    Army 22 

Fooling    Recruits 22 

Examination    22 

Vaccine  Poison 23 

Typhoid   Inoculation 24 

Jail  for  Refusal 24 

Hawaiian    Steal 25 

Philippine    Wrongs 25 

A  Mockery  of  Freedom 26 

The  Panama  Theft 26 

The  "Law  of  Right" 27 

Through    the    Ages 27 

Civilization    28 

Dotard  Juries 29 

Corrupt   Courts 29 

Legal  Juggling  30 

' '  Fixed ' '  Juries  30 

Reversal  31 

Humiliating   the   Police 31 

Mob    Violence 32 

The  Cause 32 

Riparian  Wrongs  32 

The  Constitution  Is  Killed 33 

Negro  Persecution  34 

Abused   Indians   35 

Forest  Destruction  36 

The  Greedy  Lumber  Trust 36 

San  Francisco  36 

The  Earthquake  37 

Robbed  Citizens  38 

Lost  National  Pride 38 

American  Toadies  38 

An  Ass  In  Disguise 39 

Title    Hunting    Girls 39 

A   Noble   Beggar 40 

Shamed   In   Europe 40 

•Embraced  In   America 40 

Loveless  Wedding  40 

A  Ruined  Life 41 

Scorned  Brides  41 

National    Turpitude    42 

Gambling  Evils  43 

Stocks  43 

Racetracks    .  ..  43 


Pages. 

Pugilism  44. 

Card  Playing  '.'.."".         '.'.  44 

Drugs  and  Liquor "..".".""."".".""!  44 

Wrecked  Homes '."".'".'.'.  "  44 

Smoking  Women   45 

Immodest  Gowns 45 

Painted  Faces  45 

Immoral  Dances  46 

To  White  Slavery ~"1Z""Z"Z~Z™ZZ""Z""~!""  46 

Vulgar   Plays    45 

Demoralizing  Eeels  47 

Tainted  Fiction   "  .  ""     "  47 

Degraded  Art  ."...!."...".".™.".~  48 

Empty  Churches  "  49 

The   Divorce   Evil !!!/.""!""."!"."."!"  ."  50 

Crowding  Ills   '.'...."...".'.".          ".  50 

A  Timid  Eeply 51 

Pessimists    !...."..  .  51 

Calamity  Howlers   "        52 

Legal  Murders  52 

Prison   Eeform   53 

Dangerous  Policy  "  J          "  53 

Civic   Liberty  '.....'.".'.'.".'.'.'.  ".'.  54 

Europe  Compared  "."""          "  54 

Starving  Asians  ""...".."."."."          ."  54 

African  Slavers   '"„.'..".'.'.  '.'.  54 

Eenewed  Wrath  55 

Our  Ship  of  State ""~~~~ZZZZZZZ"ZZ  55 

A  Georgia  Horror "...""".  56 

Savage  Deeds  53 

A  Kansas  Shame 57 

Massachusetts  Outrages  57 

Hateful  Militia  l..Z™!Z"'™Z!Z"!"™Z"~!  "  58 

The  Ludlow  Horror "..."........."        ..  58 

Legalized  Bondage   ".'..".'.".          !."!."  59 

California  Infamy  "     """.".".  '.'.  59 

Craven  Vigilantes  "!".."".!"  ..  59 

Brooding  Anarchy  ."."."."."".".""  "  60 

Suppression  of  Speech .".."!!"]!."."."!"."."  60 

Kingly  Presidents  "  61 

Canal   Tolls   "  61 

England's  Wish  !....!!!""."."!!!!!!"  .  61 

A   Stupid  Flop !."""!!".!!"  ''.  62 

Bloody  Mexico  62 

European  Protest  63 

Vera   Cruz   "  53 

A  Foe  Forever 63 

Future  Eegrets  "~63 


MARGINAL  NOTES.  Pages. 

Selling  the  Navy 64 

A  Crime  64 

The  Coming  Storm 64 

Reform    65 

Women   Voters  65 

Stop   Immigration   65 

A  Final  Warning 66 

Two  Terms  the  Limit....  ..  66 


PREFACE 


It  is  common  to  hear  blindly  optimistic  citizens  prate  about 
the  glory  of  our  nation  and  the  nobility  of  its  race,  but  calm 
reflection  on  evident  facts  might  diminish  their  patriotic 
enthusiasm  and  modify  their  views. 

Could  Washington  return  today,  he  would  find  a  nation 
much  different  from  the  fair  ideal  conceived  by  himself  and 
the  patriots  of  his  time.  They  believed  in  "government  by 
the  people,"  not  by  predatory  trusts  and  corporations  upheld 
by  court  injunctions  and  legal  jugglery,  ever  working  to  the 
disadvantage  of  the  poor. 

Considering  daily  reports  in  the  press,  of  political,  legis 
lative,  and  official  corruption,  together  with  judicial  suppres 
sion  of  Constitutional  rights  and  free  speech,  wanton  military 
murders,  like  the  Ludlow  horrors,  San  Diego's  cowardly 
vigilante  outrages,  barbarous  white  slavery,  fiendish  lynchings 
of  untried  and  often  innocent  Negroes,  etc.;  it  seems  that 
instead  of  sending  missionaries  to  convert  the  swarthy  natives 
of  distant  lands,  their  time  might  be  better  employed  in  trying 
to  improve  the  white  savages  in  our  own.  Time,  however, 
cures  all  ills,  and,  notwithstanding  besetting  evils,  our  Ship 
of  State  is  still  afloat  and  our  starry  flag  waves  over  one  of  the 
best  countries  on  earth. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


A  Hero's 
Bust. 


Patriotic 
Warfare. 


I  sat  alone  before  the  glowing  grate, 

A  storm  was  raging  and  the  hour  was  late. 

The  thunder  rumbled  and  the  wind  was  shrill, 

With  splashing  rain  on  window-glass  and  sill. 

Beside  the  mantel  in  the  ruddy  light 

A  bust  of  Washington  was  shining  bright. 

Musing  I  gazed  upon  the  sculptured  face, 

Calm  and  serene  with  finely  chiseled  grace  ; 

Thought  of  our  nation's  birth,  his  valor  done, 

Of  Freedom's  battles  and  of  glory  won. 

While  musing  thus,  my  pensive  fancy  cast 

A  vivid  vision  of  our  country 's  past. 

I  saw  Columbia  as  she  was  of  yore 

When  f oemen  gathered  on  her  wooded  shore ; 

Beheld  our  rugged  patriots  fly  to  arm 

From  forest  depths,  from  city  home  and  farm ; 

In  Fancy's  mirror  saw  them  battling  still, 

At  Concord,  Lexington,  and  Bunker  Hill ; 

And  led  by  Washington  where  blood  and  tears 

Told  the  dread  horrors  of  succeeding  years, 

Our  hero  sires  who  stood  the  long  campaign 

Of  starving  camps,  of  death  and  battle  pain, 


THE  WRATHFUL   PATRIOT 

Appeared  and  vanished  like  the  shifting  scenes 
Of  motion  pictures  on  the  lighted  screens. 
Then  came  a  change,  and  trembling  ocean  spread 
Above  the  crimsoned  swards  of  quick  and  dead. 
On  sunlit  billows  I  beheld  anew 

Our  Early    Our  early  navy  passing  in  review. 

Navy.          Each  oaken  hull  careening  to  the  breeze, 
With  stately  beauty  cleft  the  rolling  seas. 
Before  the  prows  I  saw  the  billows  break 
White  as  the  foam  that  followed  in  the  wake ; 
From  glistening  sides  perceived  each  polished  gun 
With  frowning  splendor  flashing  in  the  sun. 
The  sails  like  clouds  of  fleecy  whiteness  spread 
From  the  clean  tapering  spars  that  bent  o'erhead, 
While  limned  with  quivering  glory   'gainst  the  sky, 
On  ev'ry  ship  our  emblem  fluttered  high. 
Those  intermingled  colors,  red  and  white, 
In  radiant  beauty  glowed  divinely  bright, 
Linked  with  the  blazoned  square  of  deeper  hue, 
Where  stars  were  gleaming  on  the  field  of  blue. 
Through  straining  shrouds  I  heard  the  sea  wind  sigh 
Like  the  sad  wailing  of  a  mourner's  cry, 
Or  the  low  murmuring  voices  of  the  dead, 
Who  moaned  for  other  days  and  glory  fled. 

Fighting       j  gaw  the  fleetg  when  ^attie  thunder  broke, 

And  lightning  flashing  from  the  walls  of  oak 
Hurled  from  the  belching  broadside's  blazing  breath, 
The  crashing  iron  messengers  of  death; 
On  gory  decks  beheld  the  boarders  leap, 
And  reeling  backward  tumble  to  the  deep, 


THE   WRATHFUL   PATRIOT 

Or  swing  the  flashing  cutlasses  and  strike 
The  foeman  wielding  the  defending  pike ; 
And  red  with  blood  was  many  a  billow's  crest, 
Where  shattered  ships  sunk  silently  to  rest. 
Onward  with  cordage  taut  and  bending  mast, 
The  phantom  squadrons  sped  before  the  blast, 
Till  on  the  far  horizon,  dimly  bright 
They  passed  like  fading  shadows  from  my  sight. 

Prosperous   I  saw  Columbia  when  her  wars  were  o  'er 
Peace.          ^n(j  Peace  lay  dreaming  on  her  prosp'rous  shore. 
No  martial  armies  on  her  plains  were  seen, 
Nor  watchfires  gleaming  on  her  mountains  green ; 
Along  her  coast  no  foeman  to  repel, 
Nor  hostile  vessels  cleft  the  ocean  swell, 
And  from  the  forts,  once  belching  battle  flame. 
Borne  by  the  winds  no  rumbling  echo  came. 
My  grateful  eyes  on  ev'ry  smiling  plain 
Beheld  fair  fields  of  yellow  corn  and  grain, 
While  thriving  towns  and  busy  hamlets  stood 
Where  late  had  flourished  the  primeval  wood. 
Westward     T  viewed  the  march  of  Progress,  to  the  West, 
Emigration.  The  ceaseless  tide  of  emigration  pressed; 
Where  Mississippi  and  Missouri  flow, 
Beheld  the  smoking  steamboat  laden  go ; 
While  startled  tribesmen  heard  with  sullen  gloom, 
The  pilot's  whistle  shriek  the  Red  Man's  doom. 
On,  toward  the  setting  sun,,  across  the  plains 
I  saw  the  ox-teams  draw  the  sluggish  trains. 
Through  angry  tribes  and  bloody  trails  they  went, 
Where  murder  lurked  and  savage  war  cries  rent ; 


THE   WRATHFUL   PATRIOT 


Bright 
California. 


False 
Praise. 


O'er  barren  wastes  of  alkali  and  heat, 

Or  the  chill  mountain  pass  of  snow  and  sleet ; 

Though  ev'ry  path  was  marked  by  graves  and  tears, 

Still  westward  moved  the  dauntless  pioneers, 

Until  at  last  each  weary  eye  surveyed, 

Fair  as  a  dream  of  Paradise  displayed, 

Bright  California's  hills  and  valleys  fair 

With  rippling  rills  and  blossom-scented  air; 

Where  flow'ry  meads  were  bathed  in  sunny  light, 

From  Loma's  point  to  Shasta 's  snowy  height, 

As  Sol  with  glory  sunk  his  glowing  head 

"Neath  Neptune's  sparkling  waves  of  tinted  red. 

Amazed  yet  pleased  I  viewed  each  shifting  scene, 

The  land  of  light  and  ocean's  shimmering  sheen, 

When  lo !  the  sunlit  picture  shaded  grew, 

From  noonday  turned  to  evening's  dusky  hue; 

Dissolving  fast  was  lost  in  deeper  gloom, 

And  left  me  wond'ring  in  the  silent  room. 

" Loved  land!"  I  cried,  "by  Freedom  ever  blest, 
Where  Peace  smiles  sweetly  on  the  toiler's  rest, 
And  Wealth  in  slumber  lays  a  fearless  head, 
Nor  hears  a  voice  with  hunger  cry  for  bread. 
Land  where  the  Ballot  shows  the  people's  might, 
And  ev'ry  citizen  has  equal  right; 
Where  Justice  reigning  in  tribunals  wise, 
Dispenses  righteous  law  with  bandaged  eyes ; 
Where  tireless  Industry  through  busy  days 
Beholds  the  wheel  revolve,  the  furnace  blaze, 
And  Immigration  still  its  tribute  pours 
Of  hardy  sons  from  earth 's  remotest  shores ; 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


Interrup 
tion. 


An  Angry 
Phantom. 


A  Rebuke. 


While  Commerce  sees  her  laden  fleets  depart 

To  bear  our  products  to  each  distant  mart, 

Protected  by  a  navy  that  can  sweep 

With  steel-clad  fleets  unvanquished  on  the  deep. 

Could  he  whose  image  is  this  marble  bust, 

Return  to  life  from  sepulcher  and  dust ; 

Proud  would  he  be  to  linger  and  survey 

The  great  strong  nation  which  he  reared,  today 

With  grateful  eyes  he  'd  scan  the  noble  race, 

The  flag  no  tyrant's  rule  shall  e'er  disgrace, 

And  bless  the  day  when  sleeping  Freedom  woke — " 

'STOP!'     'Twas  an  awful  voice  that  near  me  spoke. 

The  air  grew  chilly  and  the  chamber  dark, 

The  gaslight  flickered  to  a  smoking  spark, 

And  glowing  coals  that  in  the  firegrate  lay 

Turned  cold  and  shaded  to  an  ashen  gray. 

Speechless  I  sat  and  shivering  with  fear, 

Too  scared  to  move  though  dreading  danger  near ; 

When  lo !  the  bust  had  vanished,  in  its  place 

There  stood  a  phantom  with  a  wrathful  face. 

'Twas  General  Washington,  around  his  form 

Electric  flashes  played  as  in  a  storm, 

And  lit  his  features  with  a  ghastly  light 

Which  chilled  the  current  of  my  blood  with  fright ; 

While  the  deep  voice  which  seemed  like  thunder's  roar 

Thrilled  ev'ry  nerve  and  froze  me  to  the  floor. 

1 '  Stop,  trembling  wretch !  nor  thus  insult  my  ear 
With  words  which  sickened  Truth  rebels  to  hear. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Prate  not  of  Freedom,  of  'the  noble  race, 
The  flag  no  tyrant 's  rule  shall  e  'er  disgrace. ' 
'Tis  false !  the  nation  which  you  deem  so  blest, 
Is  now  by  worse  than  tyranny  oppressed. 
Corruption  reigns  the  monarch  of  the  land, 
-And  deals  destruction  with  a  deadly  hand; 
Lives  in  the  courts,  controls  decisions  there, 
Where  knaves  prevail,  and  honest  verdicts  rare  ; 
Thrives  in  each  state  with  jobbery  and  stealth, 
And  swings  elections  with  depraving  wealth. 
"See  at  the  primaries  where  the  factions  fight, 

Ballots         How  nice  'the  Ballot  shows  the  people's  might.' 

Debased.      Once  sacred  instrument,  presumed  to  be 
The  incorruptive  umpire  of  the  Free. 
]>elov'd  and  honored  in  our  early  day, 
Our  sons  were  proud  its  verdicts  to  obey. 
No  foul  suspicion  clung  around  it  then 
Of  votes  miscounted  by  designing  men, 
Nor  brutal  gangs  of  rascals  sought  to  kill 
Its  issues  rendered  by  the  public  will. 
Now  timid  citizens  recoil  with  fear 
Of  banded  rowdies  filled  with  fight  and  beer, 
And  round  the  precincts  politicians  scheme, 

Precinct       Whose  hireling  crooks  and  sluggers  rule  supreme. 

Sluggers.      The  voter  scans  the  polling  place  with  dread, 
Fearing  a  broken  rib  or  fractured  head. 
His  vote  is  challenged,  if  he  dares  reply, 
Or  face  the  challenger  with  fearless  eye ; 
Some  hoodlum 's  fist  lands  heavy  on  his  face, 
And  he  is  kicked  and  bullied  from  the  place. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


Election 
Grafters. 


Church 
Grafters. 


There  public  guardians  are  too  oft  attacked 
By  scowling  rascals  by  the  bosses  backed. 
Thus  at  the  primaries  we  perceive  with  pride, 
How  politicians  rule  our  country  wide. 

: '  Next  in  conventions  where  the  tools  obey 

The  grafting  boss  who  nominates  for  pay ; 

Where  benches  creak  with  delegated  bums 

Drawn  from  the  bar-rooms  and  the  city  slums ; 

Each  office-seeker  bends  the  willing  knee, 

And  pays  the  boss  the  stipulated  fee. 

Then  chased  by  beggars  he  deplores  his  fate, 

And  hates  the  day  his  name  went  on  'the  slate.' 

Ward  politicians  at  his  heels  are  seen, 

With  whiskey  loaded,  calling  for  '  long  green. ' 

There's  money  needed  for  the  bosses'  bars, 

To  'gin'  the  henchmen  and  to  buy  cigars. 

The  sidewalk  talkers  who  his  name  extol, 

Must  have  their  tribute  from  his  shrinking  '  roll. ' 

Hall  rent  is  needed  and  he 's  often  stunned 

By  large  assessments  for  the  '  campaign  fund. ' 

At  home  he  seeks  seclusion  and  would  rest 

The  weary  head  by  politics  distressed, 

When  lo !  smooth  gentry  garbed  in  broadcloth  fine, 

Assail  his  ears  with  ministerial  whine. 

'Church-grafters'  they,  the  clergy  wise  and  sleek, 

Who  know  the  proper  time  largess  to  seek. 

'Our  church,'  they  say,  'has  opened  up  a  fair, 

And  would  be  pleased  to  have  you  visit  there. 

It  also  needs  new  organ  and  a  bell 

To  vibrate  music  which  will  worry  hell. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

We  must  renew  the  steeple 's  faded  gilt, 
The  altar  paint  and  have  an  annex  built, 
And  all  the  faithful  would  appreciate 
Financial  favors  from  the  candidate.' 
He  gives,  then  from  a  new  denomination, 
Soon  comes  another  grafting  delegation. 
This  body  asks  him  kindly  to  'come  through 
And  help  the  savages  near  Timbuctoo. 
The  holy  missions  in  the  heathen  land 
Are  ever  needful  of  a  helping  hand, 
Where  missionaries  labor  for  the  souls 
Of  graceless  tribes  which  Satan  now  controls. 
We  know  'twould  give  you  most  supreme  delight 
To  help  the  church  and  spread  the  Gospel  right, 
And  if  you're  generous,  will  win  the  people 
Who  do  the  knee-drills  'neath  our  sacred  steeple. ' 
Again  he  gives,  they  go,  and  next  he  hears 
A  vocal  clamor  which  disturbs  his  ears. 
Women         Shrill  females  cackle  with  discordant  roar 
Grafters.       Of  words  and  laughter  as  they  rap  the  door. 
A  woman's  'piece-club'  delegation,  this, 
Of  matron  heavyweight  and  buxom  miss. 
Strong  minded  lady  each  appears  to  be, 
With  mannish  face  from  trepidation  free. 
They  range  around  him  and  with  language  plain. 
The  need  of  money  for  their  cause  explain ; 
Portray  the  struggle  of  the  Suffragette 
For  Woman's  rights  and  trousers  coming  yet — 
'Enough  !    Enough ! '  he  cries  with  wild  alarm, 
And  drops  the  backshish  in  each  reach) ug  palm. 

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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


Buying 
Votes. 


Crooked 
Counting. 


Removing 
Evidence. 


Judicial 
Whitewash. 


Thus  ev'ry  day  the  grafting  train  pursues, 
They  cry:  'the  sack!'  he  dares  not  to  refuse; 
And  when  election's  o'er,  the  counting  done, 
Installed  in  office  which  was  dearly  won ; 
He  thinks  of  inroads  on  his  dwindled  wealth, 
And  fills  his  losses  by  official  stealth. 

"At  all  elections  we  may  now  behold 
Corruption  working  with  insidious  gold, 
"When  ignominious  corporations  buy 
The  votes  of  wretches  ever  waiting  nigh; 
And  purchased  scoundrels  to  the  booths  are  led 
To  cast  the  ballots  at  a  price  per  head. 
If  such  a  course  to  win  the  battle  fails, 
The  crooked  count  too  frequently  prevails, 
And  scoring  henchmen  with  conniving  brains 
Give  beaten  candidates  dishonest  gains. 
Should  swindled  victims  to  the  court  appeal 
To  re-count  ballots  and  the  fraud  reveal, 
Dumped  in  the  river  by  the  knaves  at  night, 
The  box  and  ballots  are  removed  from  sight ; 
Or  burnt  to  ashes  in  convenient  fire 
By  craven  rascals  who  in  crime  conspire. 
E  ?en  though  their  base  iniquity  is  plain, 
TJnjailed  they  revel  in  such  crime  again; 
For  when  official  scrutiny  begins, 
Judicial  whitewash  covers  all  their  sins, 
,  And  thus  the  rogues  prevail  and  thieves  delight — 
'Land  where  the  Ballot  shows  the  people's  might!' 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


Corrupt 
Legisla 
tures. 


Congress. 


Party 
Hacks. 


"Look  to  the  states  when  Legislatures  meet, 
What  shameful  scenes  are  gossip  of  the  street ! 
There  lobbying  thieves  and  bribers  go  the  rounds 
With  venal  cliques  of  mercenary  hounds. 
Each  bill  prepared,  the  work  of  sordid  brains, 
Conceals  some  hidden  scheme  for  lawless  gains. 
The  plotting  lobby  could  a  tale  unfold 
Of  secret  bribing  and  corrupting  gold ; 
Of  cinch-bills  fixed  by  Shame's  ignoble  pack, 
And  the  wild  scramble  for  the  secret  sack. 
Tn  vain  may  Honor  weep,  or  Virtue  plead, 
With  weaklings  yielding  to  rapacious  greed. 
Corruption  holds  the  reeking  throne  of  vice, 
And  laws  are  made  when  boodle  pays  the  price. 

"Though  schemers  thus  the  Legislatures  curse, 

Turn  next  to  Congress  where  it  may  be  worse, 

And  ugl}r  rumors  whisper  now  and  then, 

Of  lurking  lobby  and  of  tainted  men. 

This  to  the  world  your  President  pronounced 

With  slight  protest  from  hearers  he  denounced. 

In  vain  the  eye  may  scan  the  seats  today, 

Nor  find  a  Webster,  Jefferson,  or  Clay. 

The  ear  may  list  and  hear  no  voice  again 

To  stir  the  heart  as  did  the  words  of  Elaine. 

In  many  a  seat  which  held  a  statesman  once, 

Are  party  hacks  or  chance-elected  dunce ; 

Illiterate  men  by  fool  ambition  led 

To  win  the  place  which  needs  a  wiser  head. 


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Fighting 
Members. 


Thrifty 
Senators. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Mark  when  they  gabble  on  affairs  of  state, 
The  nervous  tremors  and  perspiring  pate ; 
The  personal  sally  and  the  hot  reply, 
The  flush  of  anger  and  the  given  lie, 
And  if  unchecked  they  sometimes  further  go 
With  insult  followed  by  a  vicious  blow. 
Oft  has  the  gallery  jeered,  the  cynic  smiled, 
When  scuffling  members  have  with  blows  beguiled ; 
Or  weapons  brandished  with  wild  threats  of  gore, 
Which  rent  the  air  from  ceiling  to  the  floor. 
Yet  there  are  times,  'tis  said,  when  quiet  reigns, 
And  peace  falls  gently  on  choleric  brains ; 
When  trusts  are  lobbying  for  some  shady  law, 
Then  hushed  the  valiant  tongue  and  hostile  jaw; 
Again  Corruption  holds  the  golden  sway, 
And  points  the  rule  which  subjects  must  obey. 

"Look  to  the  Senate  where  the  millionaires 
In  secret  sessions  fill  the  velvet  chairs, 
And  thrifty  sages  with  sagacious  heads, 
Behind  closed  doors  tear  Justice  into  shreds. 
There  friends  of  railroad  and  of  steamship  line, 
Of  Iron,  Coal,  and  Timber-kings  recline. 
There  Wall  Street  sees  today,  and  has  for  years, 
Obsequious  servants  of  its  financiers. 
There  ev'ry  trust  has  servitors  who  make 
Shrewd  efforts  ever  for  big  business'  sake, 
While  Mammon  also  leads  the  useless  train, 
And  Wealth  asserts  its  plutocratic  reign. 
Thus  lordly  Senators  the  country  serve, 
For  princely  salaries  they  ill-deserve. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Hopeless       ' '  Vain  are  the  words  with  stupid  pride  expressed : 
Toilers.         'Where  Peace  smiles  sweetly  on  the  toiler's  rest !' 
How  can  you  such  mendacity  proclaim, 
When  millions  grumble  with  industrial  shame? 
Throughout  the  braggart  nation,  in  each  state, 
We  ever  hear  the  toiler  curse  his  fate. 
Small  is  the  wage  that  compensates  his  lot, 
And  sad  his  dreams  on  slumber's  restless  cot; 
While  from  the  heart  comes  many  a  hopeless  sigh 
When  hungry  children  meet  his  tearful  eye. 
Child  Look  to  the  mills       of  woven  fabrics !  where 

Slaves.          Your  puny  child-slaves  breathe  the  noxious  air. 
See  the  long  lines  of  innocents  before 
The  looms  which  rattle  with  distracting  roar. 
Robbed  of  the  happy  hours  of  childhood  play, 
Through  tedious  hours  at  heated  frames  must  stay, 
And  when  at  eve  they  homeward  pathways  trace, 
A  toddling  night-shift  fills  each  vacant  place. 
Watch,  if  you  be  by  such  a  scene  beguiled, 
The  pallid  features  of  each  slaving  child, 
And  ere  the  midnight's  drowsy  hour  has  fled, 
Observe  the  sleepy  eyes  and  drooping  head. 
Hark!  on  the  night  a  cry  of  anguish  peals, 
A  little  hand  is  mangled  by  the  wheels. 
On  with  the  work !  scarce  heard  the  cry  of  pain, 
Another  infant  at  the  loom  again, 
To  sadly  toil  until  the  morning  light 
Brings  short  relief  before  another  night. 
Forth  from  the  heated  mill,  the  little  feet 
Meet  the  cold  blizzard  with  its  piercing  sleet. 


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Mine 
Slaves. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Home  reached,  too  tired  to  taste  the  scanty  bread, 

She  seeks  poor  comfort  of  uneasy  bed, 

To  dream  of  joys  her  wistful  eyes  have  seen 

When  happier  children  frolicked  on  the  green ; 

Of  dolls  and  picture  books  and  Christmas  toys ; 

The  simple  pleasures  which  a  child  enjoys; 

To  wake  with  staring  eyes  and  mental  pain, 

At  the  dread  nightmare  of  the  mills  again. 

Oft  have  the  hapless  children  of  the  mill 

Before  the  rattling  looms  been  stricken  ill. 

Tn  vain  the  use  of  medicine  employed 

Too  late,  for  vital  force  by  work  destroyed. 

The  baby  heart  has  ceased  to  tremble  now 

Before  the  frowning  of  the  foreman's  brow. 

With  tiny  fingers  crossed  upon  the  breast, 

The  murdered  mill-mite  finds  eternal  rest, 

And  the  winds  whisper  round  the  moving  hearse: 

'Another  victim  of  the  nation's  curse.' 

"Look  to  the  mines!  the  poison-breathing  holes 
With  groaning  thousands  excavating  coals. 
There  childish  boys  in  tribulation  dire, 
Down  dismal  depths  must  labor  with  the  sire. 
The  sire  half  paid  in  gloomy  bondage  swings 
His  ringing  pick  which  bare  subsistence  brings ; 
Still  slaving  on,  to  discontent  a  prey, 
Broods  o'er  unceasing  toil  and  meager  pay. 
His  sons  in  rags,  his  daughters  poorly  dressed, 
His  patient  wife  by  poverty  distressed ; 
The  hovel  rented  for  a  dwelling  which 
He  holds  by  suffrance  of  employers  rich, 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

With  haunting  fear  of  ever-lurking  death 
By  caves  and  floods  or  firedamp 's  fatal  breath ; 
While  reckless  guards  with  murder's  weapons  stand 
To  club  and  slay  when  bosses  give  command ; 
Raiding        To  raid  the  homes  when  little  children  sleep, 
Homes.         And  beat  the  mothers  who  protesting  weep; 
Eject  the  family,  nail  the  door  with  rage, 
When  sire  presumes  to  ask  increase  of  wage. 
He  knows,  each  try  for  betterment  suppressed, 
How  'Peace  smiles  sweetly  on  the  toiler's  rest!' 
The  rich  mine  owners  to  warm  parlors  go 
When  miners '  graves  are  white  with  mantling  snow ; 
Meet  o  'er  their  steaming  toddy  and  combine 
To  raise  the  price  though  freezing  hosts  repine, 
And  fireless  thousands  shiver  in  the  chill 
Of  dreadful  blizzards  with  the  blasts  which  kill. 
Still  fuel  trusts  essay  with  cunning  stealth, 
To  grab  the  coal  beds  of  the  commonwealth, 
And  recent  scandals  of  connivance  tell 
With  high  officials  who  had  served  them  well; 
While  Congress  gave  committees  to  apply 
The  whitewash  brush  and  scrutiny  deny. 

Industrial     ' '  Yes,  '  tireless  Industry  through  busy  days, 
Shame.          Beholds  the  wheel  revolve,  the  furnace  blaze;' 
Blaze  with  prolific  flame  that  swiftly  brings 
The  jingling  gold  to  labor-crushing  rings; 
Piles  up  colossal  fortunes  day  by  day, 
While  wretched  toilers  wear  their  lives  away. 
In  lonesome  attics  with  the  midnight  oil, 
In  sweatshops  with  unprofitable  toil, 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Or  in  the  killing  slave-dens  of  each  trust 

Complaining  thousands  labor  with  disgust ; 

And  if  the  workers  slaving  in  despair, 

Appeal  for  better  terms  and  treatment  fair, 

The  harsh  employers  hear  the  plea  with  hate, 

Close  busy  plants  and  let  them  hungry  wait. 

Thus  comes  the  cruel  lockout  and  the  day 

When  savage  passions  hungry  strikers  sway. 

Fight  follows  fight  and  Revolution  dread, 

With  scowling  malice  rears  its  gloomy  head. 

In  vain  the  scant  policemen  may  essay 

To  curb  the  gangs  in  sanguinary  fray. 

Next  on  the  scene,  the  soldiers '  flashing  steel, 

And  sabers  cleave  or  wicked  rifles  peal; 

While  Murder  looks  with  red  and  gloating  eye 

When  weeping  Labor  sees  her  martyrs  die. 

Thus  thoughtless  mortal,  chattering  with  fright, 

Does  '  tireless  Industry'  our  nation  blight. 

The  time  may  come  when  crushers  of  the  poor 

May  rougher  punishment  themselves  endure. 

The  patient  slave  so  long  compelled  to  feel 

The  grinding  pressure  of  the  master's  heel, 

May  from  the  dust  with  furious  wrath  arise, 

And  with  wild  vengeance  all  the  world  surprise; 

May  quench  with  blood,  the  raging  fire  of  hate, 

While  children  mourn  the  mangled  parent's  fate. 

'Twas  thus  in  France  when  'heads  rolled  down  the  Seine,' 

And  may  be  so  upon  our  shore  again, 

When  down  the  highway  rolls  the  crimson  flood — 

1  The  last  arbiter  of  all  wrongs  is  blood. ' 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


U.  S.  glares 


Postal 
Workers. 


Bobbed 
Consuls 


"Hark  to  the  cry  of  growing  discontent 
From  half -paid  toilers  of  the  Government ! 
From  Plymouth  Rock  to  California's  main, 
The  nation's  servants  with  disgust  complain. 
Not  such  as  idle  in  luxurious  ease 
In  higher  offices  where  salaries  please; 
But  humbler  mortals  who  deplore  their  luck 
While  handling  mail  or  pushing  loaded  truck. 
Long  have  we  heard  the  Letter  Carrier's  prayer 
For  salary  ample  for  his  family 's  care, 
And  justly  too,  the  Railway  Postal  Clerk 
Bewail  his  lengthened  hours  and  killing  work. 
Ruled  by  some  potent  force  behind  the  scene, 
The  scrimping  nation  views  their  plight  serene. 
Each  new  attempt  at  betterment  is  met 
By  polished  edicts  with  insidious  threat. 
Superiors  on  concerted  action  frown, 
And  by  intimidation  keep  them  down; 
While  traction  trusts  that  own  the  mail  cars  smile, 
And  reap  the  profits  from  official  guile. 

"Thus  with  each  troubled  Consul  who  derides 

The  slender  pay  the  Government  provides, 

When  far  away,  the  diplomatic  game 

Requires  some  function  in  the  country's  name. 

From  private  purses  each  must  pay  direct, 

The  bills  to  bring  his  nation  due  respect; 

While  'Uncle  Sam'  indifferent  to  their  plight, 

Rolls  in  his  wealth  and  holds  the  purse-strings  tight. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Naval  Officers. ' '  So  with  each  Naval  Officer,  whose  fate 
To  bear  the  burdens  of  his  mighty  state ; 
In  distant  countries  mingle  with  the  grand, 
Returning  beggared  to  his  cherished  land. 
In  time  of  peace  to  realms  across  the  sea 
Our  warships  go  obedient  to  decree  ; 
In  friendly  visits  enter  welcome  ports 
With  cannon  thunder  of  saluting  forts. 
Admiring  eyes  behold  them  from  the  shore, 
Invite  our  sons  and  feast  them  by  the  score ; 
A  welcome  give  with  entertainment  gay, 
And  ev'ry  honor  to  our  nation  pay. 
Our  gallant  mariners  with  native  pride, 
Proper          Impelled  by  honor  must  returns  provide, 
Entertain-    And  their  good  hosts  to  revelry  invite 
ment.  To  banquet  tables  on  the  ships  at  night. 

But  'Uncle  Sam'  alas!  provides  no  means 
Beyond  the  rations  of  salt  horse  and  beans, 
Nor  sends  his  naval  vessels  o  'er  the  brine 
Supplied  for  festivals  with  stores  of  wine ; 
Not  e'en  mild  'grape  juice'  which  the  crews  detest, 
But  now  the  tipple  of  each  White  House  guest ; 
And  so  the  officers  who  guide  the  fleet 
Pass  round  the  begging  hat,  the  bills  to  meet. 
They  thus  too  often  are  compelled  to  pay 
Expenses  which  the  country  should  defray. 
In  ev  'ry  port  where  'er  the  vessels  steam, 
The  hat  is  passed  to  make  the  'eagle  scream,' 
Bankrupt     -^nd  wnen  f°r  home  the  squadron's  course  is  set, 
Crews.          Half  of  the  crews  are  heavily  in  debt. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


Immigra 
tion. 


Asiatics. 


Congres 
sional 
Cowards. 


"Yes,  'Immigration  still  its  tribute  pours 
Of  hardy  sons  from  earth's  remotest  shores.' 
Dumped  on  the  piers  in  motley  crowds  they  come, 
All  Europe's  surplus  and  all  Asia's  scum. 
Look  to  the  West !  where  California  weeps 
O'er  slaves  advancing  on  her  golden  steeps. 
Long  has  she  borne  and  sadly  still  regrets 
The  hordes  of  alien  coolies  which  she  gets. 
There  China's  people  with  persistence  turn 
To  wrest  the  pittance  which  her  children  earn. 
There  Japanese  in  growing  numbers  tread, 
And  crowd  her  people  in  pursuit  of  bread ; 
While  worst  of  all  the  Asian  slaves  depressed, 
The  heathen  Hindoos  menace  all  the  West. 
Brought  from  those  lands  where  misery  is  rife, 
And  vicious  customs  taint  the  moral  life; 
Each  yellow  menial  comes  with  smiling  face 
To  cheaply  take  some  poor  domestic's  place. 
Though  loud  the  West  may  clamor  for  relief, 
Appeal  to  Congress  and  the  nation 's  chief ; 
Unwise  and  heedless  of  the  country's  weal, 
With  hostile  ears  they  hear  the  just  appeal; 
Postpone  the  issue,  raise  their  hands  with  awe, 
And  flaunt  the  bogey  of  impending  war. 
War  with  a  little  nation,  much  too  poor 
To  pay  the  war  tax  which  they  now  endure ; 
Where  ev'ry  toiler  in  the  empire  groans 
Beneath  the  burden  of  increasing  loans. 
Brave  though  they  be,  they'd  curse  the  fatal  day 
When  first  war's  rumble  echoed  in  the  fray. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

This,  well  they  know,  and  all  the  world  beside, 
Who  see  the  bluffing  and  our  course  deride ; 
Point  to  our  Eagle,  spiritless  and  tame, 
While  shades  of  patriots  sicken  with  the  shame. 

"Look  to  New  York!  where  Ellis  Island  waits 
For  eager  pilgrims  thronging  at  the  gates. 
Still  to  our  shores  are  immigrants  decoyed 
By  steamship  trusts,  of  conscience  all  devoid. 
By  stories  false  they  fill  each  steerage  berth 
With  buncoed  victims  from  all  parts  of  Earth. 
Among  the  crowds  are  criminals  released, 
And  shipped  by  grateful  nations  of  the  East ; 
Deported  mendicants,  as  records  show, 
From  realms  rejoicing  when  their  paupers  go, 
4nd  ev'ry  ship  from  hold  to  deck  they  cram 
With  mixed  humanity  for  'Uncle  Sam;' 
While  Labor's  legions  see  the  crime,  dismayed, 
And  unemployed  in  starving  bands  parade. 

' '  Oh  yes ! "  he  cried,  ' '  our  navy  now  '  can  sweep 

With  steel-clad  fleets  unvanquished  on  the  deep. ' 

No  braver  officers  e  'er  gave  command, 

Nor  finer  crews  behind  the  cannon  stand, 

And  where  our  emblem  quivers  in  the  breeze, 

It  knows  no  master  on  the  heaving  seas. 

And  yet  alas !  how  frequently  we  hear 

Of  jobbing  contracts  and  of  rumors  queer  ; 

Of  open  scandal  and  of  hinted  graft, 

Linked  with  the  fitting  of  a  naval  craft ; 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Tainted         Of  ptomaine  poison  and  of  sick  marines ; 

Rations.        Of  'embalmed  beef  or  tainted  pork  and  beans, 
And  sailors  grumbling  about  rations  when 
They  think  'tis  better  food  for  pigs  than  men. 

"Oft  have  we  heard  complaining  seamen  speak 
Of  armored  tubs  with  risky  boilers  weak, 

Unsafe         And  ships  unworthy  of  the  stormy  wave, 

Ships.  Like  floating  coffins  for  an  ocean  grave. 

And  shortly  since  at  San  Diego  too, 
Exploding  boilers  killed  and  maimed  a  crew ; 
While  brave  men  shuddered  at  each  frightful  scream 
From  comrades  perishing  in  scalding  steam. 
Defective  plates  had  yielded  to  the  strain, 

The  As  some  believed  with  our  ill-fated  Maine ; 

Maine.          For  none  could  tell,  the  dread  explosion  past, 

What  caused  the  sinking  hull  and  toppling  mast. 
Indignant  Spain  denied  the  dastard  deed, 
Yet  felt  the  sword  that  made  her  people  bleed; 
Compelled  with  war's  red  horrors  to  atone 
For  what  they  deemed  our  nation 's  fault  alone. 

Unwise        "Look  to  the  country's  navy  yards,  and  there 
Parsimony.   See  rusting  vessels  waiting  for  repair, 
While  parsimonious  Congressmen  deny 
The  needed  funds  and  pruning-knives  apply; 
Penurious  cut  all  items  of  expense, 
With  ports  and  commerce  lacking  in  defense. 
Our  latest  war  may  be  but  trifling  play 
Beside  some  struggle  of  a  future  day, 


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Lost 

Merchant 

Marine. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

When  our  brave  boys  are  called  again  to  meet 
Invading  foes  with  havoc-spreading  fleet, 
Possible       And  mighty  ships  on  ocean's  foaming  swells 
Eesults.        From  blazing  turrets  hurl  destroying  shells. 

An  outraged  country  then  may  place  the  blame, 
When  useless  forts  and  cities  waste  in  flame ; 
O'er  ruined  homes  condemn  when  'tis  too  late, 
The  dolts  who  guide  our  crumbling  Ship    of  State ; 
Too  blind  to  heed  a  winning  nation's  law — 
'  In  time  of  peace  prepare  for  coming  war. ' 

'* Commerce  indeed  beholds  her  'fleets  depart 
To  bear  our  products  to  each  distant  mart,' 
But  ships  that  bear  them  to  the  distant  lands 
Are  foreign  carriers  with  alien  hands. 
Doomed  by  our  shiftless  land  to  disappear, 
And  dwindling  fast  with  each  succeeding  year, 
Our  merchant  vessels  which  with  bending  spars, 
In  stately  fleets  once  bore  our  flag  of  stars, 
No  more  are  seen  with  cleaving  prows  of  white 
And  native  tars  whom  ocean  gave  delight. 
'Twas  such  who  trained  the  frigate's  shotted  gun 
In  early  days  and  Freedom 's  battles  won. 
Drawn  from  the  argosies  of  Commerce^  then 
Our  fighting  vessels  had  no  dearth  of  men; 

Crewless       But  now  the  navy  ever  waits  for  crews ; 

Vessels.         And  'stung'  marines  to  re-enlist  refuse ; 

\  et  if  the  tars  were  treated  less  like  brutes, 
There  'd  be  no  scarcity  of  good  recruits. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

The  Army.  "Look  to  the  army  where  the  sons  of  Mars 
Enlist  and  worry  like  the  bean-fed  tars, 
Where  tyrants  rule  the  manly  spirits  crushed, 
And  all  complaints  with  penalties  are  hushed. 
There  many  a  soldier  lured  by  promise  fair, 
Of  ease  and  travel  and  paternal  care, 
Awakes  to  find  the  promises  a  dream, 
And  he  the  victim  of  a  bunco  scheme. 
There  men  are  jailed  for  trivial  offense 
By  coxcomb  graduates  with  little  sense. 
There  menial  duties  and  degrading  work 
Await  the  soldier  which  he  dare  not  shirk ; 
With  weary  hours  of  never-ceasing  drill, 
Pumped  full  of  pus,  imagined  germs  to  kill. 
In  many  towns  conspicuously  placed, 
Are  posted  bills  with  colors  nicely  graced. 
They  show  the  joy  of  military  life 
Devoid  of  carnage  and  unknown  to  strife, 
And  with  seductive  words  portray  the  story 
Of  how  enlisters  rise  to  fame  and  glory. 
Some  well  fed  fellows  eager  thus  to  shine, 
Leave  good  surroundings  and  for  service  sign; 
And  others  too,  good  men  by  hunger  led, 
Resign  their  freedom  for  the  warrior's  bed. 
Glad  hands  are  given  when  they  first  apply, 
And  strip  before  the  doctor's  searching  eye; 
While  the  shrewd  man  of  scalpel  and  of  lance 
From  head  to  toe  gives  scrutinizing  glance. 
No  sign  of  blemish  on  the  skin  must  be, 
Worse  than  a  simple  mole  or  bite  of  flea. 


Fooling 

Recruits. 


Examina 
tion. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

The  purest  blood  must  circulate  in  veins, 
With  Spartan  muscles  and  with  normal  brains. 
Each  must  have  proper  height  and  girth  of  chest, 
With  stomach  strong,  tough  rations  to  digest. 
Pure  morals  too,  the  aspirant  must  claim, 
With  noble  past  and  honorable  name ; 
So  when  accepted,  mortal  eyes  may  scan 
Apollo's  beauty  in  each  perfect  man. 
Next,  unsuspicious  of  impending  woes, 
The  new  recruit  to  training  quarters  goes ; 
When  lo !  the  sapient  leech  again  appears 

Vaccine        With  vaccine  poison  which  the  soldier  fears. 
Poison.         T         .     ,,        i.i  •     i  •    TP 

In  vain  the  plea  that  never  in  his  life, 

He  sickness  knew,  nor  needed  surgeon's  knife. 

*  Tut ! '  cries  the  man  of  potions  and  of  pills, 

'Inoculation  saves  from  future  ills. 

We  men  of  science  argue  not  with  fools, 

Be  silent  donkey!  and  obey  the  rules;' 

Then  gives  the  victim  trembling  with  alarm, 

The  rotten  virus  in  the  healthy  arm. 

Next  comes  vaccina  's  horrors,  dread  malaise, 

With  restless  nights  and  fever-stricken  days ; 

A  festering,  sore,  and  badly  swollen  limb, 

Cutaneous  ailments  with  their  tortures  grim, 

And  evils  worse  to  follow  on  with  time 

And  curse  the  victim  of  the  putrid  crime. 

Then  when  the  patient  feels  decreasing  pain, 

And  convalescent  hopes  for  health  again ; 

Looks  to  the  future,  puts  his  faith  in  God 

To  save  from  illness  through  his  poisoned  blood ; 


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Alas !  again  his  heart  is  filled  with  fear 

To  see  the  dread  physician  standing  near. 

A  big  syringe  with  needle  point  he  holds 

To  thrust  beneath  the  victim's  dermal  folds, 

And  filled  with  ' serum'  to  destroy  the  germ 

Of  typhoid  fever  which  perchance  may  squirm. 

Typhoid        "  'Good  God!'  the  man  exclaims,  'can't  I  be  spared 
Inoculation.  Until  I  am  with  better  health  prepared? 
With  vaccination's  ills  I  still  perspire, 
My  limbs  are  covered  with  Saint  Anthony's  fire; 
7  've  red  eczema  itching  on  my  hands, 
And  swollen  yet  my  axillary  glands. 
This  from  your  filthy  operation  came 
To  wreck  my  health  and  make  me  blush  with  shame ; 
Yet  with  the  vile  syringe  you  haunt  me  still, 
My  aching  form  with  serous  rot  to  fill — ' 
'Hush!'  says  the  doctor,  '  it's  the  service  rule,' 
And  stabs  the  pleader  with  the  loathsome  tool. 
Should  one  brave  boy  have  courage  to  refuse 
The  baneful  'shot'  or  pustulous  abuse; 
Jail  for        Quick  to  the  jail  dishonored  he  is  sent, 
Refusal.        Behind  the  bars  to  languish  and  lament ; 

Lament  with  comrades  by  courts-martial  tried 
Tn  hushed  tribunals  with  appeals  denied ; 
While  braided  officers  the  rules  may  break, 
And  no  confinement  in  the  guard-room  take. 
Thus  in  the  Army  are  enlisters  hurt. 
And  people  wonder  why  the  boys  desert. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

"Look  to  the  sea,  where  Nature  ever  smiles 
With  spring  eternal  on  Hawaii 's  Isles. 
Earth's  nations  long  beheld  with  greedy  gaze, 
That  little  kingdom  with  its  coral  bays ; 
But  dared  not  seize  the  military  key 
To  all  our  western  coast  and  waters  free. 
When  by  perfidious  treachery  employed, 
The  reigning  Queen  beheld  her  rule  destroyed, 
And  o  'er  those  verdant  isles  and  ocean  blue, 
Thrown  to  the  winds  our  country 's  colors  flew ; 
The  least  which  rebel  donors  could  expect, 
Was  that  the  new  possessors  would  protect. 
The  robbed  Hawaiians  still  the  grab  deplore, 
While  crowding  Asians  threaten  on  the  shore  ; 
And  future  foes  those  islands  now  survey, 
With  poor  protection  and  an  easy  prey. 

"Look  further  west,  'neath  Orient's  tropic  sun, 
Where  Filipinos  weep  o  'er  ruin  done. 
Their  hamlets  ravaged  by  destroying  fires, 
And  children  still  bemoaning  murdered  sires; 
Where  lonely  graves  in  tangled  jungles  deep, 
The  butchered  victims  of  our  soldiers  keep. 
True  patriots  they,  who  faced  our  lines  of  steel 
And  perished  nobly  for  their  country's  weal. 
Land  of  their  birth !  the  only  home  they  knew, 
And  dear  to  them  was  freedom  as  to  you. 
Brave  Aguinaldo  with  a  hero's  pride, 
The  new  invaders  of  his  land  defied, 
And  though  subdued  by  overwhelming  might, 
They  ask,  in  Freedom's  name,  if  this  be  right. 


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A^  Mockery  <  <  When  first  our  nation  in  its  early  day, 
of  Freedom  ftef  use(j  a  monarch  's  mandates  to  obey ; 
Its  patriot  sons  inspired  by  Freedom  flew 
To  arms  and  battled  with  this  aim  in  view : 
To  build  a  nation  in  the  wondrous  West, 
A  kingless  refuge  for  the  world's  oppressed; 
Where  loved  Democracy  would  rule  alone, 
And  freemen  proudly  govern  what  they  own ; 
Their  Constitution's  essence  and  intent: 
All  people  governed  by  their  own  consent. 
Now  in  this  later  day  your  children  sing : 
1  From  every  mountain  side  let  freedom  ring ! ' 
While  in  those  sunny  isles  you  still  deny 
The  boon  to  others  which  you  hold  so  high; 
By  tyrant  force  assert  our  country's  shame, 
And  make  a  mockery  of  Freedom's  name. 

"Turn  to  the  South,  where  millions  yet  unborn 
Panama        Shall  hold  our  people  in  eternal  scorn ; 
Theft.  Tell  °^  the  Isthmus  jobbery  and  speak 

Of  how  a  mighty  state  despoiled  the  weak, 

And  by  nefarious  treachery  obtained 

The  prize  which  honest  means  might  yet  have  gained. 

Although  their  ports  may  profit  by  the  deal, 

Our  southern  neighbors  disapproved  the  steal; 

And  yet  alarmed,  believe  that  some  pretext 

Our  sons  may  seek  to  grab  their  countries  next; 

Behold  our  flag  with  undisguised  dislike, 

And  curse  the  nation  which  they  dare  not  strike. 


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The  "Law   '"'There  is,"  he  cried,  "In  mighty  Nature's  plan, 
of  Eight."    A  law  conceived  by  higher  source  than  Man; 
Which  throbs  eternal  in  the  heart  of  space, 
Where  rolling  worlds  their  countless  orbits  trace ; 
For  ages  lived  in  unseen  systems,  far 
Beyond  the  circle  of  the  faintest  star. 
Placed  in  the  heart  by  the  Almighty  Cause 
Of  all  we  see  in  Nature  or  its  laws ; 
Wherever  thought  with  lightning  speed  may  go, 
In  skies  above  or  troubled  worlds  below ; 
It  yet  shall  live  through  Time's  unending  flight, 
Loved  by  the  just,  the  sacred  '  Law  of  Right. ' 
This  mighty  rule  condemns  our  action  base, 
And  stamps  the  shame  which  time  shall  ne'er  efface." 

The  phantom  paused  and  glaring  at  me  stood, 

While  chills  went  creeping  through  my  stagnant  blood. 

The  hollow  eyes  with  raging  fury  blazed, 

As  on  my  shuddering  form  they  sternly  gazed. 

The  damp  hair  stiffened  on  my  dizzy  head, 

As  with  a  bitter  tone  he  sneering  said : 

!l  'Where  Justice  reigning  in  tribunals  wise 

Dispenses  righteous  law  with  bandaged  eyes!' 

These,  trembling  dolt !  thy  vaunted  words,  and  yet, 

Where  is  the  justice  which  the  people  get? 

"There  was  a  time  in  ages  gone,  when  Man 
r°Tg         ^°  WI>itten  codes  with  studious  eyes  did  scan ; 
Ere  reason  taught  his  undeveloped  mind 
To  use  the  brain  his  heavv  skull  confined. 


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Half  beast,  half  human,  in  the  wild  was  seen 

A  shaggy  savage  of  ferocious  mien, 

By  instinct  prompted  with  his  weapons  crude 

To  slay  the  animals  which  furnished  food. 

With  the  stone  hammer  sallied  forth  by  day 

And  swung  the  crushing  blow  that  felled  his  prey, 

Then  tore  the  game  with  claw-like  hands  and  gave 

His  snarling  children  in  the  chosen  cave. 

With  gutteral  tones  he  shallow  thoughts  expressed, 

At  night  a  bed  of  leaves  provided  rest. 

Thus  with  the  sweep  of  time  for  eons  went 

Primeval  Man  with  savage  life  content, 

Till  to  his  clouded  mind  at  last  there  came 

The  dawn  of  reason  with  a  higher  aim. 

Then  to  his  uncouth  hut  he  went,  and  left 

For  prowling  beasts  the  cave  and  covered  cleft  ; 

Learned  how  to  till  the  fertile  soil  and  tame 

The  flocks  he  long  had  hunted  as  his  game, 

And  with  increasing  herds  he  roamed  the  hill, 

A  skin-clad  shepherd  but  a  savage  still. 

Civilization  "Through  tn^  dim  depths  of  prehistoric  times, 
With  passing  nations  that  were  red  with  crimes ; 
Where  cruel  tribes  in  gory  battles  met, 
Or  dreadful  fanes  with  human  blood  were  wet ; 
On,  with  each  rolling  age  and  cycle  vast ; 
From  stage  to  stage  progressing  still  he  passed, 
Till  through  the  murk  of  ages  blood-accurs'd, 
The  bright 'ning  beam  of  Civilization  burst; 
Then  from  barbaric  gloom  and  ruthless  war, 
There  came  the  blessings  of  primeval  law. 


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No  tainted  courts  and  juries  then  were  found, 
Nor  legal  tricksters  did  the  laws  expound. 
Blind  Justice  then  taught  men  to  fear  and  feel 
The  darkened  dungeon  and  the  headsman's  steel 
And  courts  all  fearful  of  the  public 's  wrath, 
Ne  'er  dared  to  swerve  from  Honor 's  pointed  path. 
All  trial  cases  were  conducted  then 
By  honest  judges  and  wise  jurymen. 
Now  senile  softies  are  as  jurors  sought 
For  ev'ry  case  in  each  tribunal  fought; 
Men  in  their  dotage  whom  fine  words  can  reach, 
And  swerved  with  ease  by  eloquence  of  speech. 
With  such  as  these  the  public  often  hears 
How  lawyers  move  'the  jurymen  to  tears,' 
When  jealous  harridans  have  pistols  plied, 
Or  modern  Borgias  are  for  murder  tried, 
And  flaunted  petticoat  with  woman's  name, 
From  weeping  boobs  acquittals  bring  with  shame. 
Shame !  in  these  modern  and  more  polished  days, 
Few  are  the  lips  to  murmur  Justice  praise. 
Our  courts  of  law  are  reeking  holes  of  sin 
Where  shysters  wrangle  with  untiring  chin. 
There  Justice  shrinks  recoiling  in  disgraee, 
Sick  from  the  felon  jobs  and  tricksters  base. 
There  grafters  prowl  and  politicians  lurk 
Behind  the  scenes  with  execrable  work, 
And  servile  judges  turn  the  willing  ear 
To  give  decisions  for  the  'pulls'  they  fear. 
There  too  at  times  are  shady  jurors  ' fixed,' 
And  talesmen's  names  in  dirty  scandals  mixed; 


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Juggling. 


"Fixed1 
Juries. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

While  grieving  litigants  they've  robbed  behold 
The  verdicts  colored  with  the  glint  of  gold. 
There  judges  oft  with  mimic  wrath  essay 
To  win  the  rabble  by  a  crafty  play ; 
Precede  a  sentence  with  a  biting  speech 
And  secret  hope  the  voters'  ears  to  reach; 
While  fools  applaud  as  sages  bow  the  head, 
And  cry :    ' 0  Dignity !  why  have  you  fled?' 

"Look  to  the  jail's  inhospitable  cage, 
AVhere  friendless  rogue  in  misery  may  rage ; 
While  the  next  cell  in  luxury  contains 
Rich  knave  who  revels  with  his  pilfered  gains. 
Observe  them  well,  then  follow  on  and  trace 
The  different  finish  of  each  pending  case. 
The  first  to  prison  is  at  once  consigned, 
Severely  sentenced  by  the  judge  unkind. 
The  next  invokes  the  'pull'  with  money  backed, 
And  goes  before  a  jury  wisely  packed. 
Note  how  the  case  proceeds,  the  quibbling  play, 
The  legal  juggling  and  the  long  delay ; 
How  tricksters  drag  each  favorable  straw 
Through  sinuous  channels  of  the  maze  of  law ; 
Contest  each  point  with  argument  profound, 
And  gasping  jurors  with  deep  lore  astound; 
Delay  the  case  till  witnesses  are  dead, 
Or  bribed  perchance,  to  other  scenes  have  fled. 
Then  when  fixed  jurors,  careless  of  disgrace, 
Return  to  hand  a  verdict  in  the  case, 


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He 's  freed  unless  one  honest  man  there  be, 
To  'hang'  the  jury,  as  we  sometimes  see; 
If  so,  they  will  again  the  farce  inflict, 
Then  turn  him  loose  for  '  failure  to  convict. ' 
If  by  rare  chance  the  juries  verdicts  find 
To  send  rich  reprobates  the  bars  behind, 
How  soon  we  hear  the  angry  public  curse 
Reversal.      When  higher  courts  the  judgments  next  reverse; 
Or  'on  probation'  they  with  ease  recline 
Free  from  the  felon  stripes  and  cell  condign. 
Corruption  triumphs  with  each  battle  won, 
And  Justice  shivers  when  the  shame  is  done. 

Humiliating  * '  Oft  have  we  seen  a  public  guardian  true 
the  Police.    Who  wears  the  star  and  uniform  of  blue, 
At  midnight  hours  in  bloody  battle  meet 
A  prowling  robber  on  the  darkened  street. 
The  bleeding  officer  who  battles  well, 
Soon  lands  the  swearing  villain  in  a  cell. 
Next  at  the  bar  ere  many  hours  have  rolled, 
Before  the  winking  court  the  tale  is  told, 
Meanwhile  the  'pull'  is  worked  and  it  procures 
The  perjured  evidence  the  court  endures. 
Howe'er  apparent  the  deception  be, 
The  case  is  fixed,  the  prisoner  goes  free. 
The  truckling  judge  to  hide  his  cunning  hand, 
Gives  the  Police  a  stinging  reprimand, 
And  the  brave  cop  with  heart  unknown  to  fear, 
Unjustly  stung,  departs  while  felons  jeer. 


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Mob  ' '  Our  upright  citizens  have  often  blushed 

Violence.      At  tales  of  lynchings  which  might  well  be  hushed, 
When  raiding  mobs  in  hours  of  night  assail 
And  drag  an  untried  captive  from  the  jail. 
Deaf  to  all  pleas,  the  lawless  lynchers  take 
The  trembling  victim  to  the  dreadful  stake ; 
Devoid  of  mercy  chain  with  eager  hands, 
Apply  the  torch  and  heap  the  burning  brands; 
While  dying  shrieks  re-echo  on  the  night, 
And  shamed  Columbia  trembles  at  the  sight. 
For  deeds  like  this,  just  punishment  awaits 
Within  the  pale  of  Satan's  hopeless  gates. 
A  nd  yet  perchance,  such  acts  we  'd  ne  'er  endure 
If  crimes  were  punished  and  the  courts  were  pure. 
It  is  the  gloomy  ever-haunting  fear 
Of  truth  perverted  and  corruption  near ; 
The  dread  that  guilty  scoundrels  may  avoid 
Their  just  deserts  by  legal  tricks  employed, 
That  rouses  savages  with  vengeful  ire 
To  murder  prisoners  with  noose  or  fire. 
No  land  can  be  from  violence  exempt 
When  its  Judiciary  invites  contempt, 
And  Law,  the  wise  foundation  of  a  state, 
Becomes  an  object  of  distrust  and  hate. 

Riparian       '  *  From  east  to  west  our  husbandmen  complain 
Wrongs.        Of  rivers  stolen  from  our  wide  domain, 

Where  use  of  streams  which  God  for  all  supplied, 
Are  to  the  planters  on  the  banks  denied. 


The  Cause. 


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They  gaze  distracted  on  the-  dying  crop 
When  drought  destroys,  but  dare  not  use  a  drop  ; 
While  callous  men  who  hold  the  water-right 
By  tricks  of  law,  stand  mocking  at  their  plight. 
Thus  year  by  year  the  '  common  people '  feel 
Law 's  wrongs  which  harden  with  a  heart  of  steel, 
While  brooding  Anarchy  with  scowling  hate, 
Rebellion  breathes  and  harshly  mutters;  'Wait!' 

The  Constitu-    "The  Constitution,  once  our  people's  dream 
tion  Is  Killed.  7  Q  stan(j  above  all  statutes  most  supreme, 
Is  now  disgraced,  its  purpose  set  aside 
By  party  jurists  who  in  courts  preside. 
The  Civil  Service  law,  designed  to  cure 
The  spoilsmens '  evils  which  we  still  endure, 
Is  but  a  howling  farce,  an  empty  boast, 
And  jest  of  partisans  from  coast  to  coast. 
They  find  a  way  the  pliant  law  to  beat, 
And  place  the  henchmen  on  each  thrifty  seat ; 
Whose  leading  thought  in  ev  'ry  action  planned ; 
'We  serve  to  graft,  the  public  good  be  damned!' 
Now  many  a  Federal  bench  is  shrewdly  filled 
With  corporation  lawyers  ably  skilled. 
Look  up  each  judge 's  former  course  and  see 
How  oft  the  trusts  have  paid  the  welcome  fee. 
Long  trained  by  subtle  craft,  the  law  to  twist, 
And  bring  their  masters  predatory  grist ; 
Now  on  the  bench,  though  public  hosts  reprove, 
Their  judgments  follow  the  familiar  groove, 


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Which  some  decry  with  wrath  and  mocking  sneer, 
While  winning  trusts  and  corporations  cheer. 
Your  Supreme  Court,  where  nine  great  sages  sit 
Three  hours  each  day  expounding  legal  writ; 
Like  mighty  gods,  the  nation's  laws  review, 
To  kill  or  favor  as  their  heads  construe. 
Whate'er  results  their  judgments  may  reveal, 
The  final  verdict  offers  no  appeal ; 
There's  no  redress,  Democracy  is  dead, 
A  judge-ruled  nation  we  perceive  instead. 

Negro  " Behold  the  Negro!  whose  transcendent  sin, 

Persecution.  Th at  Nature  cursed  him  with  a  sable  skin. 
Deprived  of  rights  the  Constitution  gives, 
In  name  a  freeman  yet  in  fear  he  lives, 
And  persecution  does  his  heart  distress, 
Which  wakes  resentment  he  dare  not  express. 
Born  'neath  the  country's  flag  the  same  as  you, 
And  loyal  soldier  in  its  battles  too ; 
He  gives  allegiance  to  no  land  on  earth 
Before  the  nation  which  he  knew  from  birth. 
His  heart  like  yours,  wherever  he  may  roam, 
Is  lit  with  sunshine  by  the  thought  of  home, 
And  loves  his  cabin  and  its  simple  joys 
With  wife  and  daughters  and  his  mirthful  boys ; 
Like  you  in  sorrow  bows  the  mourning  head, 
And  sheds  the  loving  tears  above  his  dead; 
Bends  pious  knees  and  prays  for  peace  in  Heaven 
To  the  same  God  that  has  to  you  been  given. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

' '  The  startled  viper  gliding  in  the  grass, 

If  undisturbed  will  let  the  trav'ler  pass; 

But  pressed  too  close,  will  turn  with  venomed  ire, 

To  strike  with  death  and  with  the  blow  expire. 

The  patient  Negro,  conscious  of  his  power, 

May  stand  oppression  to  the  hundredth  hour; 

The  limit  reached,  may  then  with  fury  spring 

And  some  atonement  for  his  sorrow  bring; 

Strike  with  the  gathered  hate  of  painful  years, 

To  ruin  spread  in  recompense  for  tears. 

God  draws  no  color  line,  but  gives  to  all, 

His  equal  blessings  on  this  cosmic  ball ; 

And  time  with  justice  makes  all  evils  right — 

A  Man's  a  Man,  be  color  black  or  white! 

11  'Lo,  the  poor  Indian!'  who  with  manly  pride 
Once  roamed  the  monarch  of  the  prairies  wide. 
Taught  by  our  troops  to  curb  his  noble  rage, 
Nor  tribal  wrongs  with  scalping-knife  assuage ; 
He  also  knows  the  pale  oppressor's  heel, 
Though  helpless  now  to  wield  avenging  steel. 
Robbed  of  the  land  his  tribes  for  ages  held, 
His  shelt'ring  trees  by  lumber  pirates  felled; 
His  game  which  browsed  in  plenty  on  the  plains, 
Exterminated  for  the  white  man 's  gains ; 
To  reservations'  narrow  limits  tied, 
And  right  to  ramble  at  his  will  denied. 
He  hungry  at  the  commissary  waits 
For  scanty  rations  which  his  stomach  hates ; 


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Looks  through  the  haze  of  coming  time  to  trace 
The  mournful  finish  of  his  dying  race ; 
Turns  to  his  God  beyond  the  setting  sun, 
And  sighs  for  justice  that  will  ne'er  be  done. 

Forest          "Look  where  the  forests  stood  and  there  perceive 
Destruction  y^  waste  o'er  which  posterity  shall  grieve, 
When  future  generations  sadly  need 
The  timber  ravaged  by  the  slaves  of  greed. 
No  leafy  shades  absorb  the  falling  rain 
To  rise  in  vapors  and  descend  again ; 
While  scorching  drought  is  common  ev  'ry  year, 
To  kill  the  crops  and  vegetation  sear. 
Then  when  the  storm  succeeds,  the  heated  mold 
All  hard  and  parched  no  welcome  rain  will  hold, 
And  rising  rivers  bring  their  tales  of  woe 
When  inundations  o  'er  the  country  flow. 
And  yet  officials  of  the  nation  serve 
The  trust  which  blocks  all  measures  to  preserve ; 
In  office  kept  by  wealthy  timber  hogs 
Who  reap  their  tainted  millions  from  the  logs. 
Of  all  rapacious  trusts  who  now  employ 
Corrupting  wealth  which  threatens  to  destroy ; 
The  Oil  or  Sugar,  Copper,  Coal,  or  Beef, 
The  Greedy  For  shameless  greed,  the  Lumber  Trust  is  chief. 
This  Truth  attests  while  mem'ry  brings  again 
A  stricken  city  weeping  in  its  pain. 

San  "See  San  Francisco,  Regent  of  the  West, 

Francisco.    A  sparkling  jewel  on  Columbia's  breast. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Kobed  with  the  glory  of  eternal  spring, 

The  tourists  ever  of  her  beauty  sing. 

Her  fragrant  hills  with  palaces  are  crowned, 

And  homes,  the  fairest  in  the  world  abound. 

The  sunlight  gleaming  on  each  lofty  spire 

Outshines  the  glory  of  once  mighty  Tyre, 

Nor  Babylon  could  greater  beauty  boast, 

Than  this  fair  city  of  our  western  coast. 

She  sleeps  in  splendor  and  the  ocean  waves, 

Pier  golden  beach  with  crooning  music  laves ; 
The  When  lo  !  the  temblor  with  o  'erwhelming  shocks 

Earthquake.  Like  a  mad  monster  with  wild  fury  rocks ; 

Rends  the  foundation,  flings  the  crumbling  wall, 

With  crashing  death  when  breaking  buildings  fall ; 

While  from  the  ruins  come  appalling  screams 

Of  victims  mangled  by  the  falling  beams. 

The  flying  crowds  with  horror  view  the  scene 

Of  death  and  ruin  they  would  gladly  screen, 

When  coming  fast,  increasing  terrors  rise 

With  leaping  flames  ascending  to  the  skies ; 

As  cottage,  palace,  fact'ry,  church  and  spire, 

Go  down  before  the  rushing  blast  of  fire. 

From  shaking  hills  unsheltered  sons  and  dames 

At  night  behold  the  ravage  of  the  flames, 

As  block  by  block  the  fiery  billows  swell 

With  booming  dynamite  and  glare  of  hell; 

While  the  grim  prospect  of  starvation  near 

Thrills  many  a  timid  heart  with  greater  fear. 

When   quenched  the   flames   and  saddened  thousands  roam 

Through  the  gray  ashes  of  each  vanished  home ; 


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Bobbed 
Citizens. 


Lost 

National 

Pride. 


American 
Toadies. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

On  wasted  sites  new  dwellings  rear  again 
To  shield  from  summer  heat  or  winter  rain ; 
'Tis  then  the  base  exactions  of  the  trust 
Fills  many  a  suff  'rers  heart  with  sad  disgust, 
To  find  the  cost,  a  cabin  then  to  frame, 
Would  build  a  mansion  ere  disaster  came. 

"Alas!  no  more  with  pleasure  we  behold 

The  native  pride  our  people  felt  of  old, 

When  first  the  eagle  from  its  nested  crag 

Beheld  the  sun  rays  kiss  our  starry  flag. 

Then  o'er  the  world,  whichever  way  they  went, 

Our  sons  to  be  plain  Yankees  were  content ; 

Observed  the  nation  with  admiring  eyes 

And  spurned  the  honors  which  all  courtiers  prize. 

Today  we  see  them  flocking  from  our  ports 

And  meanly  groveling  at  foreign  courts, 

An  entrance  to  the  royal  circles  seek, 

Where  laughing  nobles  view  their  fawning  meek. 

Who  thus  aspires  a  creeping  fool. to  be, 

Must  first  the  Royal  Tailor  meekly  see; 

Who  with  sartorial  skill  his  measure  takes, 

And  gaudy  suit  of  costly  raiment  makes. 

The  gorgeous  coat  of  flaunting  colors  bold 

Has  tails  with  buttons  made  of  burnished  gold, 

And  sleeves  embellished  well  with  gilded  braid, 

With  epaulets,  and  lace  at  wrists  displayed. 

The  velvet  knee-pants  fit  his  thighs  with  grace, 

And  buckled  ties  his  homely  feet  incase. 


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An  Ass  in 
Disguise. 


Title 

Hunting 

Girls. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Neat  silken  socks  the  slender  calves  illume, 
And  empty  head  wears  helmet  and  a  plume. 
A  ruffled  shirt  with  collar  standing  high, 
And  colored  sash  to  please  the  royal  eye ; 
With  sword  and  scabbard  dangling  at  his  side, 
Completes  the  donkey  in  the  borrowed  hide. 
Thus  garbed  he  pays  some  titled  snob  to  teach 
The  way  to  fawn  with  proper  lisp  of  speech ; 
For  well  he  knows  that  nobles  rudely  snub 
When  lack  of  manners  mock  the  crawling  dub. 
Then  to  receptions  nicely  coached  he  goes 
And  humbly  scrapes  the  carpet  with  his  nose. 
Next  with  his  wealth  the  rich  plebeian  tries 
For  favored  glances  of  patrician  eyes; 
Buys  an  estate  and  frequently  invites 
To  festive  tables  where  his  wine  delights, 
Till  haughty  Pomp,  from  outward  scorn  exempt, 
At  last  receives  him  with  suppressed  contempt. 
Thus  fools  in  flunkeydom  bad  note  acquire 
And  bring  disdain  to  country  and  to  sire. 

"Our  daughters  also  spurned  the  wooing  once 

Of  titled  profligate  or  noble  dunce, 

But  now  too  oft  the  nation  sees  with  shame, 

The  title-yearning  of  each  wealthy  dame. 

On  Europe's  shores  in  poverty  repine 

Degenerate  scions  of  the  lordly  line. 

Each  noble  scapegrace  when  he  first  receives 

The  rich  estate  his  buried  father  leaves, 


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THE    WRATHFUL    PATRIOT 


A  Noble 
Beggar. 


Shamed  in 
Europe. 


Em  race 
America. 


Loveless 
Wedding. 


Speeds  the  wild  course  along  the  path  of  vice 
Where  wine  or  women,  or  where  games  entice, 
Till  fled  his  wealth,  his  parents'  names  disgraced, 
His  credit  ruined  and  himself  debased ; 
A  helpless,  friendless,  mendicant  he  stands, 
With  soiled  escutcheon  on  his  thriftless  hands. 
Bright  hope !  a  sullied  title  yet  remains 
To  win  some  wealthy  wench  devoid  of  brains. 
'Who  buys  a  title  and  will  wear  a  crown?' 
Around  the  nations  calls  it  up  and  down. 
All  Europe  giggles,  and  with  mirthful  eyes 
Disowns  the  beggar  and  disdains  the  prize, 
When  lo !  across  Atlantic,  gleaming  fair 
The  Yankee  dollar  meets  his  hopeful  stare. 
To  Freedom's  coast  he  speeds  with  heart  elate, 
Where  panting  maids  with  witless  heads  await. 
Down  to  the  shore  the  wealthy  ladies  rush 
In  shameless  haste  while  angry  brothers  blush. 
Soon  as  the  gangway  falls,  the  vessel  docked, 
The  beggar  finds  his  progress  quickly  blocked. 
aEach  crowding  lass  his  title  would  achieve 
And  jeweled  hands  are  reaching  to  receive. 
With  lofty  pride  he  kindly  condescends 
To  touch  the  hand  each  giddy  girl  extends ; 
Flashes  his  crest  while  dazzled  sisters  gaze, 
And  cries:  'For  sale!     She  takes  it  who  best  pays!' 
Short  the  unholy  war  the  maids  have  waged, 
Time  flies  apace,  Miss  Moneybag's  engaged. 
No  hallowed  love  impels  the  pair  to  wed, 
Nor  breathes  a  blessing  on  their  nuptial  bed, 


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A  Ruined 
Life. 


Scorned 
Brides. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

And  when  too  late,  the  silly  heiress  finds 

Her  purchased  prince  the  shallowest  of  minds ; 

A  selfish  wretch  who  married  for  the  gain, 

With  loathsome  habits  which  bring  mental  pain ; 

Whose  gambling  debts  alarmingly  increase 

With  drafts  on  bank  accounts  which  never  cease: 

Whose  orgies  wild  and  boozy  escapades 

With  shady  strumpets  or  convivial  blades, 

Bring  scandals  which  her  fortune  cannot  hush, 

To  tinge  her  cheeks  with  shame's  rebuking  blush: 

Then  bowed  with  grief,  the  vicious  noble's  wife 

Bewails  the  folly  of  her  blasted  life; 

Shrinks  from  the  scamp  who  stings  her  to  the  quick, 

And  owns  her  title  is  a  gilded  brick. 

"And  there  are  other  Yankee  maids  who  tie 

With  hungry  lords  of  ancient  titles  high, 

Who  need  financial  aid  to  renovate 

The  crumbling  castle  of  a  poor  estate. 

With  lavish  hand  the  bride  her  fortune  flings 

To  make  the  ruin  suitable  for  kings, 

And  then,  alas !  her  grievous  lot  to  learn 

How  snobbish  lords  and  royal  dames  can  spurn. 

She  is  a  creature  made  of  common  clay, 

Denied  to  mingle  with  the  proud  array; 

At  all  receptions  takes  a  lowly  place 

Far  from  her  master  with  his  lordly  grace. 

'Tis  so  decreed  in  antiquated  rules 

Arranged  in  olden  times  for  titled  fools. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

His  Lordship's  veins  pulsate  with  'purple  blood,' 
And  hers  are  throbbing  with  'plebeian  mud.' 
This  she  is  told  at  ev'ry  courtly  dance, 
And  sits  alone  when  the  patricians  prance; 
While  glances  cold  from  loveless  husband's  eyes 
Betray  contempt  he  cares  not  to  disguise. 
With  anger,  too,  his  tongue  at  times  released, 
Removes  the  polish  and  reveals  the  beast. 
Unloved  and  lonely  she  laments  her  fate, 
And  learns  her  condign  lesson  when  too  late. 

..  •  - 

"Though  speeding  years  increasing  ills  have  brought 
Since  first  your  patriot  sires  for  Freedom  fought, 
Still  is  the  nation  watched  by  haunting  sons 
Who  met  the  foemen  with  defending  guns ; 
But  now  behold  with  melancholy  eyes, 
Its  crowding  evils  as  they  fast  arise ; 
Survey  the  country's  limits  and  bemoan 
The  nation's  conscience  petrified  to  stone; 
National       Deplore  corruption,  its  attendant  crimes, 
Turpitude.    And  curse  the  turpitude  of  modern  times. 
Lost  is  a  nation  which  alas !  perceives 
Its  Legislatures  hailed  as  banded  thieves, 
Who  basely  stoop  to  law-perverting  plots 
For  secret  lobbies  and  for  boodle  pots ; 
Who  worship  Mammon  and  with  restless  brains, 
Are  ever  scheming  for  the  grafter's  gains. 
And  sad  the  land  where  politics  prevail 
With  secret  'pulls,'  and  courts  of  law  assail; 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Where  public  rights  are  trampled  ev'ry  hour 
By  reckless  rascals  arrogant  with  power, 
And  public  speech,  of  freemen's  rights  the  best, 
Is  by  the  law's  perversion  oft  suppressed. 


Gambling 
Evils. 


Now  money-mad  the  populace  pursues 

}ure  Of  weaith  which  ev'ry  mind  imbues, 
And  jingling  dollars  which  they  love  the  best, 
Their  hope  eternal  and  their  ceaseless  quest. 
Steeped  in  the  soulless  anarchy  of  greed, 
From  birth  to  death  the  generations  speed. 
Led  by  the  lust  for  gold  they  blindly  plod, 
Forgetful  of  the  higher  life  and  God. 
A  nation  falls  when  piety  departs 
And  gaming  fever  fires  the  people's  hearts, 
Who  pleasing  thoughts  of  speculation  nurse, 
With  licensed  gamblers  scheming  for  the  purse. 
Now  ev'ry  day  shrewd  broker-thieves  prepare 
Nefarious  plots  the  public  to  ensnare  ; 
With  worthless  bonds  and  cheating  stocks  deceive 
The  fools  who  listen  and  their  tales  believe. 
Now  poolrooms  thrive  with  ever-open  gates 
Where  wily  sharper  for  the  victim  waits, 
And  lives  are  wrecked  in  vain  attempts  to  win 
Racetracks.  At  racetrack  sinks  of  infamy  and  sin. 

And  gambling  thrives  in  other  ways,  as  well 
The  fortunes  lost  on  pugilism  tell, 
When  press  and  people  brazenly  proclaim 
The  brutal  victors  in  the  beastly  game  ; 


Stocks. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Pugilism.      Make  heroes  of  near-animals  and  sing 

The  praise  of  l knockouts'  in  the  bloody  ring. 
In  private  homes  the  gaming  evil's  worse 
Where  social  parties  trifle  with  the  curse, 
And  midnight  hears  the  rattle  of  the  chips 
When  cards  are  played  and  losers'  money  skips. 
Card  There  watching  children  sow  the  seeds  of  crime 

Playing.       For  sorrow's  reaping  at  a  future  time. 

"Vice  reigns  supreme!  on  ev'ry  side  are  seen 
Drugs  and    The  slaves  of  liquor  and  of  nicotine, 
Liquors.        And  patent  nostrums  deadly  with  cocaine 
Augment  the  helpless  melancholy  train; 
While  morphine's  sickly  thousands  none  can  save, 
Go  hollow  eyed  and  wasting  to  the  grave. 
Your  rum-shops  too,  crime's  awful  records  swell 
And  whiskey  lures  along  the  path  to  hell; 
While  private  entrances  and  wine  allure 
Your  youthful  victims  to  the  dens  impure. 
Now  cities  on  the  bestial  business  thrive 
And  from  the  sin  a  revenue  derive ; 
While  maudlin  millions  to  the  bottle  cling, 
And  hail  'John  Barleycorn'  their  cherished  king. 
Wrecked       Now  many  a  home  where  happy  hearts  did  dwell, 
Homes.         A  tale  of  terror  and  abuse  can  tell ; 

Where  drunken  fathers  shame  the  weeping  wives, 
And  curse  with  misery  the  children  X  lives. 
Good  husbands,  too,  regret  their  wedded  plight 
And  seek  forgetfulness  in  clubs  at  night, 


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Smoking 
Women. 


Immodest 
Gowns 


Painted 
Faces. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

When  festive  wives  depraved  diversion  get, 
By  mingling  tipple  with  the  cigarette, 
And  puffing  like  low  harridans  exhale 
The  vapors  which  turn  decent  servants  pale: 
Poor  maids  who  wonder  if  the  ladies  gay 
Desire  to  go  the  red-light  woman's  way, 
As  choked  by  filthy  fumes  they  serve  the  beer, 
And  marvel  what  new  vice  will  next  appear. 

'  *  Gone  is  the  chaste  apparel  once  beheld 
On  maid  and  matron  in  the  days  of  eld, 
When  limbs  were  covered  and  the  sister  sex 
With  mannish  yearnings  ne'er  did  brothers  vex. 
We  now  perceive  when  'ladies'  walk  the  street, 
The  skirts  divided,  showing  sockless  feet, 
And  gowns  diaphonous  through  which  are  seen 
The  nether  limbs  which  decency  would  screen. 
Now  open  breasts  disclose  the  naked  charms, 
With  necks  uncollared  and  the  sleeveless  arms, 
And  paint  and  powder  plastered  on  the  face, 
With  penciled  brows  to  give  fictitious  grace. 
Though  Virtue  frown  or  Modesty  reprove, 
Each  coming  year  they  more  of  clothes  remove, 
And  pious  mothers  for  their  daughters  fear 
As  thoughts  arise  of  fig-leaf  garments  near; 
While  laughing  rakes  the  bawdy  styles  perceive, 
And  think  how  soon  they'll  dress  like  Mother  Eve. 

"Gaze  where  you  will,  we  see  on  ev'ry  side, 
A  sad  deficiency  of  moral  pride. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


Immoral 
Dances. 


To  White 
Slavery. 


Vulgar 
Plays. 


Within  Terpsichore's  temples  look  and  sigh 
When  vile  suggestive  movements  greet  the  eye. 
The  charming  minuet  is  seen  no  more 
With  graceful  figures  on  the  polished  floor. 

ad,  the  'Texas  Tommy'  is  displayed, 
And  'turkey  trot'  and  'bunny  hug'  degrade, 
With  many  another  soul-debasing  dance 
At   which  the  moral  blushing  look  askance. 
Cheap  nickel  dance  halls  with  the  blare  and  joy, 
At  night  sweet  maidens  from  the  homes  decoy 
Where  ribald  wretches  waiting  for  the  prey, 
With  spurious  love  lead  innocent  astray. 
Soon  winking  law  perceives  them  cringe  in  fear 
Of  brutisli  white  slave  masters  ever  near, 
And  brothels  filled  with  fallen  virtue  show 
How  dance  halls  fill  the  underworld  witli  woe. 

"Turn  next  and  vdiw  your  Thespian  temples,  where 

Gay  Pleasure  beckons  to  the  footlight  glare. 

There  vulgar  jokes  with  ribaldry  we  hear, 

And  songs  of  lecherous  tone  disgust  the  ear. 

The  modern  play  to  win  success  must  show 

A  smutty  woman  of  the  world  below. 

Who  shameless  walks  half  dressed  upon  the  stage, 

With  naked  limbs  and  rants  with  mimic  rage; 

Portrays  a  scene  of  scandal  basely  rude 

Where  husband  false  is  led  by  woman  lewd, 

<>r  taints  a  mimic  hero's  honored  name 

With  cuckold  wife  who  revels  in  her  shame. 

Such  on  the  modern  Stage  wild  plaudits  win 

And  make  the  Drama  prosper  for  its  sin. 


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Demoral 
izing 
Reels. 


Tainted 
Fiction. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

"Worse  in  the  Nickelodeons  where  the  reel 
Its  scenes  of  crime  and  sordid  shame  reveal. 
There  on  the  screen  do  children  oft  discern 
Pernicious  pranks  and  disobedience  learn. 
There  villains  lure  the  home-deserting  Miss 
To  warm  embraces  and  lascivious  kiss. 
Eloping  wives  a  bad  example  show 
And  husbands  oft  with  wanton  tempters  go. 
Defaulting  clerks  with  women,  wine  and  song, 
In  drunken  trains  with  pictures  move  along. 
Red  murder  there  with  pistol  and  with  knife, 
Is  shown  in  hold-up  and  domestic  strife ; 
While  con  men's  tricks  and  burglar  jobs  impair 
The  minds  of  youth  and  for  the  jails  prepare. 
Thus  generations  to  destruction  rush, 
While  Satan  smiles  and  shrinking  Angels  blush. 

"Once  in  the  columns  of  each  magazine, 

Inspiring  themes  of  lofty  tone  were  seen. 

To  decent  homes  as  welcome  friends  they  came, 

With  wholesome  reading  and  no  taint  of  shame; 

But  now  good  people  notice  with  distress, 

The  prostitution  of  the  vulgar  press, 

When  prurient  editors  their  pages  glut 

With  shocking  tales  of  literary  smut, 

As  pandering  to  base  instincts  they  beguile 

With  fiction  coarse  and  illustrations  vile. 

Fresh  from  the  press  each  new  edition  grinds 

Salacious  filth  to  poison  youthful  minds. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

No  script  too  racy  and  no  thoughts  too  base 
Prom  'noted  authors'  to  be  given  space; 
While  bawds  delight  and  nobler  readers  scowl 
At  sordid  lines  insufferably  foul. 
Thus  vicious  reading  with  its  filth  annoys 
And  day  by  day  the  moral  sense  destroys. 

Degraded      «>jow  Art  divine,  fair  gift  to  mortals  given, 
To  lowest  depths  of  obloquy  is  driven, 
And  shameless  lack  of  moral  tone  betrays, 
Unknown  to  citizens  of  other  days. 
Gone  are  the  pictures  which  were  once  belov'd 
Of  sylvan  scenes  where  lovers  fondly  roved ; 
Of  flow'ry  meads  where  babbling  brooklets  flow, 
Or  cloudlands  tinted  with  the  sunset  glow. 
Now  seldom  artist  on  the  canvas  shows 
The  form  of  woman  with  respectful  pose, 
Nor  modest  groups  which  pleased  the  decent  eyes 
In  other  times  and  won  the  limner's  prize. 
Yes,  ramble  through  your  Art  Museums  where 
The  gaping  throngs  at  hanging  pictures  stare. 
Observe  some  painting  of  artistic  grace, 
With  sacred  subject  or  Madonna's  face; 
A  glorious  landscape  or  a  fine  marine, 
Where  heather  blooms  or  foaming  waves  are  seen. 
Whate'er  the  subject,  and  however  grand 
The  touch  of  genius  from  the  artist 's  hand ; 
Few  linger  near  them  with  admiring  gaze, 
Or  justly  give  deserving  meed  of  praise ; 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

But  look  where  walls  display  such  subjects  rude, 
As  fig-leaf  wearers  painted  in  the  nude; 
Show  naked  maids  as  Arab  slaves  forlorn, 
A  *  Sleeping  Venus'  or  'September  Morn'; 
Or  'Summertime'  where  damsels  on  the  grass, 
In  clotheless  beauty  idle  moments  pass. 
These  draw  the  crowds  who  view  the  painted  charms 
And  rave  o  'er  fine  displays  of  legs  and  arms ; 
Crowd  round  the  canvases  with  lecherous  thought, 
And  vile  suggestiveness  with  danger  fraught; 
While  pale-eyed  Virtue  trembling  with  dismay, 
Deplores  the  morbid  taste  and  Art's  decay. 

Empty          "Look  to  the  Church!  where  people  now  refuse 
ies.      rpQ  ken(j  jn  worship  in  the  sacred  pews, 

And  few  the  hearts  that  rapturously  swell 

With  the  sweet  chiming  of  the  Sabbath  bell. 

Instead,  we  see  the  pleasure-chasers  gay 

By  millions  desecrate  God's  holy  day. 

In  speeding  autos  on  the  roads  they  fly, 

Or  at  the  ball  games  rooting  rend  the  sky. 

They  go  to  races  or  to  tennis  courts, 

To  picnics,  golf  links,  or  aquatic  sports ; 

Or  with  the  gun  Diana's  devotees 

Wake  Sunday  echoes  in  the  forest  trees ; 

While  hordes  of  anglers  by  the  stream  or  lake, 

With  rod  and  reel  the  Eighth  Commandment  break. 

Thus  fades  Religion,  which  upheld  the  home, 

Once  when  the  Bible  was  the  leading  tome. 


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Then  at  the  altar  Matrimony's  kiss 
Was  hailed  the  harbinger  of  future  bliss, 
When  blest  by  unseen  Angels  from  above, 
Souls  were  united  for  eternal  love. 
But  now  too  often  in  each  stricken  state 
For  little  cause  the  judges  separate, 
And  children  weep  at  accusations  coarse 
When  faithless  parents  struggle  for  divorce; 
While  broken  homes  and  severed  ties  declare 
The  loss  of  reverence  and  lack  of  prayer. 
When  love  of  home  decays  and  nuptial  ties 
No  more  are  sacred,  then  the  nation  dies. 

"Ten  thousand  ills  our  troubled  eyes  survey 

To  show  corruption  with  destructive  sway. 

As  time  rolls  on  increasing  dangers  rise 

Like  lofty  mountains  to  the  gloomy  skies, 

Which  soon,  we  fear,  shall  make  the  nation  fall 

As  niijrhty  empires  went  beyond  recall. 

TWJIS  ilius  with  Greece,  and  Rome,  and  Carthage  great, 

As  history's  pages  truthfully  relate. 

If  thoughtful  men  would  retrospective  cast 

A  studious  glance,  they'd  profit  by  the  past, 

And  better  sons  might  rise  and  bravely  turn 

The  flood  of  evils  which  we  now  discern. 

No  land,  however  great,  can  long  survive, 

Where  robbers  rule  and  graft,  and  boodle  thrive. 

As  well  perchance,  a  monareh's  rule  again 

\Vit  h  hand  of  iron  and  a  tyrant  's  eliain  ; 

Than  raise  a  godless  and  degenerate  race 

Which  sordid  greed  and  infamy  debase !" 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Hushed  was  the  voice  which  thrilled  my  loathing  ear 

With  words  of  biting  wrath. and  tone  severe. 

He  stood  with  folded  arms  and  kind  intent 

As  though  the  fury  of  his  rage  was  spent. 

A  milder  glow  the  stately  shade  illumed, 

And  smile,  it  seemed,  the  spectral  face  assumed; 

While  pitying  glances  met  my  glassy  stare, 

As  trembling  yet  I  clutched  the  creaking  chair. 

The  storm  still  raged,  a  thunder  peal  that  broke, 

Suspended  action  of  my  mind  awoke ; 

Then  with  an  effort,  by  less  fear  distressed, 

I  gained  my  speech — the  phantom  thus  addressed : 

A  Timid       * '  Shade  of  the  one  whose  name  forever  rings, 
Eeply.          The  hope  of  helots  and  the  dread  of  kings ! 

Better  perchance,  my  trembling  tongue  be  mute, 
Than  here  attempt  your  charges  to  refute  j 
And  yet,  whate'er  my  fate,  I  loathe  to  hear 
Invectives  falling  on  my  country  dear. 
Pessimists.    Our  states  are  full  of  pessimists  who  curse 

Columbia 's  soil,  but  came  here  from  a  worse ; 
And  preach  ideals  which  dissension  spread, 
To  blight  the  country  which  supplies  their  bread. 
'Tis  well  for  such  to  close  their  lips  with  shame 
And  travel  back  to  regions  whence  they  came, 
Or  be  compelled  another  home  to  find 
Beyond  the  nation  they've  so  oft  maligned. 
But  when  a  native  Yankee  darkly  scowls, 
And  joins  the  chorus  of  traducing  howls; 


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Calamity 
Howlers. 


Legal 
Murders. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Dilates  on  passing  evils  and  believes 

His  birthland  ruled  by  scalawags  and  thieves ; 

Forebodes  rapacious  mobs  and  severed  heads, 

With  'crimson  flood'  and  havoc  by  the  'reds:' 

Shade  of  the  Mighty !  I  'm  compelled  to  say, 

United  States  is  not  for  such  today ! 

To  me  no  hot  tirade  from  man  nor  ghost, 

Uncontradicted  shall  my  country  roast. 

I  spurn  the  base  disaster-howling  crowd 

Whose  bilious  minds  the  future  would  becloud. 

Like  carrion  vultures  settling  on  the  plain, 

To  feed  on  filth  which  cleaner  birds  disdain, 

The  men  who  only  evils  seek  to  find, 

See  naught  but  folly  and  to  good  grow  blind ; 

But  if  with  brighter  thoughts  they'd  hap'ly  turn, 

Would  many  blessings  at  all  sides  discern. 

The  dreamer  to  his  false  ideal  clings, 

The  wise  meet  facts  and  strive  for  better  things. 

Good  lessons  often  may  be  found  behind 

The  haunting  bogeys  of  the  boding  mind, 

And  present  ills,  whatever  be  the  names, 

Should  be  the  stimuli  for  higher  aims. 

This  is  a  modern  age,  the  breaking  wheel, 

'The  darkened  dungeon  and  the  headsman's  steel/ 

Are  gloomy  mem'ries  of  the  savage  past, 

Despised  today  and  disappearing  fast. 

The  awful  gallows  where  the  noose  awaits 

For  legal  murders  when  the  law  dictates, 

Like  ancient  horrors  for  suppressing  crime, 

Shall  also  vanish  with  departing  time. 


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Prison 
Eeform. 


Dangerous 
Policy. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Today  the  object  of  the  prison  pen 

Is  not  to  torture,  but  make  better  men ; 

To  lift  the  fallen  and  with  kindness  teach 

Misguided  ones  a  higher  plane  to  reach, 

And  the  probation  which  you  satirize 

Has  proved  successful  policy  and  wise ; 

While  many  a  heart  reformed  has  looked  to  Heaven 

With  thanks  to  God  for  just  probation  given. 

•'How  strange  appears  the  change  which  time  has  made 

Since  here  in  life  your  wisdom  was  displayed ! 

For  hist'ry  shows  you  as  a  statesman  great, 

Of  kindly  nature  and  of  mien  sedate ; 

Who  loved  his  fellows,  and  by  them  beloved, 

Ne  'er  stooped  to  anger  nor  with  wrath  reproved ; 

But  calm  and  dignified,  life's  journey  went, 

As  soldier,  citizen,  and  President, 

And  patriots  since  beside  the  tomb  have  wept, 

And  pilgrims  bowed  with  rev  'rence  where  you  slept. 

Now  thus  inveighing  with  unseemly  rage, 

Your  words  belie  the  print  on  hist'ry's  page. 

Instead  of  harping  on  the  ills  we  know, 

How  to  remove  them  'twould  be  wise  to  show. 

All  men  are  human  and  we  can 't  expect 

Angelic  traits  in  mortals  we  elect, 

And  if  among  them  there  perchance  may  be 

A  few  who  truckle  for  the  briber 's  fee ; 

'Tis  dangerous  policy  to  hold  to  view 

All  public  servants  as  a  grafting  crew, 

For  good  officials  have  the  country  served 

Through  years  and  ne'er  from  faithful  duty  swerved, 


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And  better  far  to  knocking  censure  halt 
And  boost  the  nation,  not  expose  each  fault, 
In  ev'ry  land  the  critics  magnify 
Each  current  evil  which  small  minds  descry, 
But  ours  are  trivial  compared  beside 

Civic  The  civic  liberty  our  states  provide. 

Liberty.        "Tis  by  slow  steps,  0  Shade  of  Hero  great  ! 
With  flying  years,  men  governments  create. 
Ours  is  yet  young,  the  errors  of  today 
In  Time's  great  crucible  shall  fade  away, 
And  though  the  world  with  searching  eyes  we  scan, 
No  better  country  can  be  found  by  man  ! 

"Glance  o'er  the  realms  of  Europe  and  compare 
Our  land  of  plenty  with  oppression  there, 
Where  mighty  armies  prop  each  shaky  throne, 
And  civic  freedom  is  a  thing  unknown. 
To  Asia  turn  where  races  cry  for  bread, 
And  slaves  with  pestilence  and  famine  tread  ; 
Where  niggard  nature  scanty  produce  yields 
When  starving  millions  till  exhausted  fields. 
Look  to  the  heart  of  Africs'  torrid  wild, 
Where  Negro  mother  floes  with  screaming  child; 
African        While  night  re-echoes  with  the  loud  halloos 
Slavers.        Of  Arab  slavers  with  the  ruthless  crews. 
Gaze  where  you  will  in  latitude  or  zone, 
There  is  no  land  as  happy  as  our  own. 
I  proudly  claim  the  country  of  my  birth, 
The  fairest  spot  of  freedom  on  the  earth  ; 


Europe 
Compared. 


Starving 
Asians. 


Renewed 
Wrath. 


Our  Ship 
of  State. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

The  cradle  of  Democracy,  where  first 

The  light  of  Liberty  with  glory  burst, 

But  as  you  see  it  otherwise  and  fear 

A  falling  nation  with  disaster  near ; 

Can  you  not  now  a  remedy  suggest, 

The  apprehended  danger  to  arrest  ? 

A  spirit  coming  from  the  realms  of  light, 

Perchance  is  gifted  with  a  prescient  sight ; 

If  so,  no  longer  of  disaster  prate, 

But  point  the  way  to  guide  our  Ship  of  State. ' ' 

I  paused  and  gazing  with  expectant  eye 

At  the  tall  ghost  awaited  a  reply. 

It  came,  my  words  again  awakened  ire, 

The  eyes  blazed  on  me  with  vindictive  fire, 

The  voice  with  fury's  accents  harshly  pealed, 

And  thrilled  with  horror  as  my  blood  congealed. 

"Our  Ship  of  State,"  he  roared,  "no  more  defies 

The  storms  that  gather  in  the  frowning  skies ! 

But  stranded  fast  on  ruin's  dismal  shoals, 

The  crumbling  hulk  in  desolation  rolls ; 

While  through  her  open  seams  the  moaning  blast 

Wakes  doleful  echoes  of  her  hopeful  past. 

Along  the  keel  where  turbid  waters  sweep, 

The  worms  of  graft  in  myriad  numbers  creep, 

And  slimy  reptiles  in  the  gloomy  hold 

Are  ever  searching  for  the  spoilsman's  gold. 

The  stately  spars  and  sails  with  bracing  ropes, 

Have  long  since  vanished  with  the  patriot's  hopes, 


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And  on  each  link  of  cables  red  with  rust, 
Is  branded  now  the  tra'de-raark  of  a  trust ; 
While  grim  Corruption  stalks  around  her  deck, 
The  gloating  monarch  of  a  mournful  wreck. 

"Dark  are  the  perils  I  have  shown,  and  worse 
Are  crowding  still  our  commonwealth  to  curse ; 
Yet  you  of  trembling  form  and  glassy  eye, 
Dispute  the  truth  and  gloomy  facts  deny. 
Look  home,  dull  fool!  nor  talk  of  Africs'  'wild, 
Where  Negro  mother  flees  with  screaming  child. ' 

A  Georgia    To  Georgia  glance,  where  fiends  in  human  shape, 

Honor.         Attack  the  jail  lest  innocence  escape. 

A  planter  slain,  the  murderer  unknown, 

Four  colored  people  in  a  cell  are  thrown. 

One  a  poor  girl  of  scarcely  twenty  years 

Proclaims  her  innocence  and  pleads  with  tears ; 

Appeals  to  Jesus  with  a  gasping  cry, 

As  the  rope  tightens  and  she  swings  on  high, 

And  Bertha  Hathaway  with  murdered  three, 

Shot  full  of  holes  are  hanging  on  a  tree. 

\o  'Arab  slavers  with  the  ruthless  crews' 

Would  stoop  to  such  demoniac  abuse, 

And  hell's  tormentors  from  such  deeds  would  shrink; 

Nor  fall  to  depths  where  Southern  lynchers  sink. 

But  down  in  'Dixie'  'tis  a  pleasant  dream 

To  hang  the  Negro  on  the  branch  or  beam. 

Savage         There  whitecap  mobs  with  nightly  crimes  annoy, 

Deeds.          And  burning  homes  their  savage  hearts  enjoy. 


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THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

There  deadly  rifles  in  the  mountains  crack, 

And  feudists  die  with  bullets  in  the  back. 

There  girls  are  taken  from  their  beds  and  stripped, 

While  cowards  linger  and  behold  them  whipped ; 

This  by  official  of  a  legal  court, 

So  says  the  press  and  truthful  the  report. 

The  same  in  Kansas  where  a  sleeping  maid 

Is  dragged  from  bed,  her  nakedness  displayed. 

Beside  the  road,  the  girl  for  mercy  cries, 

While  callous  rascal  filthy  tar  applies ; 

Then  coat  of  feathers  on  the  tar  does  press, 

And  leaves  her  weeping  in  her  dire  distress. 

This  too  by  'leading  citizens'  is  done, 

While  watching  reprobates  enjoy  'the  fun.' 

And  still  you  claim  '  the  country  of  my  birth, 

The  fairest  spot  of  freedom  on  the  earth:' 

Ah  yes !  the  country  is  a  glorious  place 

Where  deeds  unpunished  such  as  these  disgrace. 

"Look  next  to  Lawrence  of  the  'Old  Bay  State,' 

Where  strikers  starve  and  troops  intimidate. 

There  harmless  men  are  by  militia  kicked, 

Clubbed  with  the  gun-stocks  and  with  bayonets  pricked. 

There  moaning  mothers  are  denied  the  right 

To  send  their  children  where  the  friends  invite, 

While  courts  approve  when  hired  assassins  beat 

Defenseless  women  picketing  the  street ; 

And  jails  are  filled  by  misdirected  law, 

To  smother  Freedom  and  to  overawre. 


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Hateful 
Militia. 


The 

Ludlow 

Horror. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

This  in  a  state  where  natives  point  and  tell 

Of  Bunker  Hill  and  patriots  who  fell. 

Each  state's  militia  now  like  tigers  wait 

To  slay  their  brothers  with  exulting  hate. 

At  Colorado's  mines,  Virginia's  too, 

The  nation  reels  from  recent  horrors  true; 

Of  martial  crimes,  of  children  beaten,  girls 

Exposed  to  shame  by  military  churls. 

Outrageous  wrongs!  the  mem'ry  shall  remain 

To  link  the  name  of  Freedom  with  disdain. 

Your  'Ludlow  Horror'  ne'er  shall  be  forgot, 

"Where  sinless  babes  were  by  militia  shot, 

And  death  relentless  from  machine-guns  swept 

Through  village  homes  where  starving  mothers  wept. 

"Oread  scene  of  hellish  deeds,  destroying  flames, 

Of  reckless  pillage  and  insulted  dames; 

By  soldier  fiends  impelled  by  lust  for  blood. 

And  elotbed  with  power  to  murder  as  they  would. 

Tf  viioh  your  boasted  'civic  freedom'  shows. 

Blest  is  the  nation  when  such  freedom  goes! 

"Yet  more,  thou  shrinking  wretch  who  loathes  'to  hear 

Invectives  falling  on  my  country  dear;' 

Survey  the  spreading  ranches  and  behold 

The  yellow  harvest  fields  of  waving  gold, 

"Where  willing  citizens  see  hope  destroyed 

Bv  Asians  cheap  and  Mexicans  employed. 

Their  help  rejected,  dubbed  as  worthless  tramps. 

'hardened  rogues'  and  'predatory  scamps;' 


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Down  dusty  roads  in  labor-quest  they  roam, 

With  waiting  wives  in  penury  at  home ; 

Or  jailed  as  vagrants  and  by  law  compelled 

To  serve  long  terms  in  contract  bondage  held ; 

Then  rearrested  and  condemned  to  please 

Officials  looking  for  dishonest  fees. 

A  hapless  land !  as  other  wrongs  attest, 

Like  'hopfield  riots'  in  your  'Golden  West,' 

Where  men  and  women  are  abused  like  dogs 

In  filthy  quarters  and  are  fed  like  hogs ; 

Then  shot  by  officers  when  they  decline 

To  take  the  level  of  employer's  swine; 

While  still  the  steamships  from  all  nations  bring 

Increasing  numbers  for  starvation 's  sting. 

How  can  you  say,  'in  latitude  or  zone 

There  is  no  land  as  happy  as  our  own?' 

"Here  is  another  infamy  which  mocks 

The  name  of  Liberty  and  Honor  shocks ; 

Which  Shame  rebukes  while  staggered  Justice  weeps, 

And  crouching  Anarchy  resistless  creeps: 

See  San  Diego  where  the  heart  rebels 

When  crimeless  orators  are  thrown  in  cells ; 

There  kicked  and  bullied,  slapped  upon  the  face, 

By  salaried  rascals  paid  to  keep  the  peace. 

No  shame  too  great,  no  vile  abuse  too  low, 

Upon  the  helpless  prisoners  to  bestow. 

Next  handed  to  a  craven  gang  of  men 

Called  'vigilantes'  who  abuse  again. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 

Officials  laugh  at   victims'  vain  protests 

\Vlien  guns  are  pointed  at  tlicir  heads  and  breasts: 

Thru  miles  away  in  automobiles  ta'en 

And  dumped  in  stpiads  upon  the  desert   plain: 

There  by  the  armed  poltroons  again  debased, 

Cursed,  punched,  and  choked,  and  tar  and   1'eathers  pla 

With  degradation  given  without  stint, 

Too  black  to  whisper  and  too  vile  to  print. 

All  for  the  reason  that  they  dared  to  preach 

For  rights  of  citizens  and  public  speech. 

Brooding      "No  wonder  victims  of  such  heinous  wrong 
Anarchy.       Wjm,  t,M,  re(1  flag  and  swear  to  ]ove  jt  iong . 

Hurl  execrations  at  Columbia's  head, 
'And  preach  ideals  which  dissension  spread/ 
These  are  the  acts  of  cruelly  which  grate. 
And  sear  the  spirit  with  the  fire  of  hate. 
Hate  which  arouses  anarchy  and  brings 
The  fall  of  nations  and  the  death  of  kings. 
Twas  not  for  this  on  battlefields  of  death, 
Your  brave  forefathers  faced  the  cannon's  breath. 
Bright  Freedom!  then  our  guiding  star  of  light, 
Impelled  the  bullet  and  inspired  the  fight, 
Suppression  And  in  our  Constitution  'twas  expressed 
of  Speech,     rp,^  puDijc  Speech  should  never  he  suppressed. 
Now  hated  well  by  plutocrats  who  fear 
The  dreaded  storm  that  ever  hovers  near, 
They,  mighty  wealth  and  wicked  force  employ 
To  kill  the  little  freedom  you  enjoy; 


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Kingly 
Presidents. 


Canal 
Tolls. 


England's 
Wish. 


Would  crush  the  hearts  of  altruists  who  claim 

Their  lawful  rights  by  Freedom's  sacred  name, 

And  from  this  land,  to  monarch's  rule  unknown, 

Would  banish  Liberty  and  raise  a  throne. 

A  throne  which  hovers  like  a  specter  dread 

And  wished  for  by  each  presidential  head, 

Who  oft  beyond  their  limitations  go, 

Usurping  powers  wrhich  only  monarchs  know. 

Yes,  turn  to  Panama  and  there  behold 

The  eagle  yielding  to  the  lion  bold. 

Our  wealthy  nation  built  at  great  expense, 

The  highway  needed  for  its  own  defense, 

And  Congress  made  wise  laws  to  bring  again 

Our  vanished  merchant  ships  on  native  main. 

But  Albion  frowning  o  'er  the  distant  sea, 

To  this  objects  and  gives  the  stern  decree : 

'No  Yankee  commerce  shall  have  favors  shown, 

Unless  the  same  are  granted  to  my  own ! 

No  Yankee  warships  through  the  cut  shall  go, 

If  they  no  full  receipts  for  tolls  can  show ; 

Nor  laws  be  made,  the  mighty  ditch  to  rule, 

Without  the  acquiescence  of  John  Bull!' 

'Twas  thus  in  substance  that  Great  Britain  spoke, 

Columbia  heard  and  hailed  it  as  a  joke ; 

When  lo !  the  nation  then  disgusted  sees 

Its  nerveless  leader  falling  to  his  knees. 

To  Congress  next  with  needless  haste  he  flies, 

And  what  he  once  approved  he  now  decries ; 

Points  England 's  wish  with  reverential  awe, 

And  urges  members  to  repeal  the  law. 


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A  Stupid 
Flop. 


Bloody 
Mexico. 


His  will  upheld  by  corporation  tools, 

He  plies  the  birch  like  pedagogues  in  schools, 

And  party  measure  of  his  rule  they  make, 

Which  all  must  follow  for  the  party  's  sake. 

E'en  though  the  country  echoes  with  protest, 

By  shallow  partisans  the  bill  is  pressed, 

And  shamed  Columbia  shudders  as  she  hears 

All  nations  echo  with  derisive  jeers; 

While  steamship  trusts  and  railroad  kings  applaud 

The  senseless  flop  to  England's  sceptered  lord. 

Thus,  forcing  Congress,  Presidents  assume 

Monarchial  rights,  presaging  Freedom's  doom  ; 

While  patriot  pride  and  independence  flies, 

As  year  by  year  the  Constitution  dies. 

"Look  last  to  Mexico  where  ceaseless  strife, 
With  loot  and  pillage  is  the  bane  of  life. 
A  shameless  nation  and  degraded  race, 
Whose  bloody  deeds  all  humankind  disgrace. 
There  history  shows  since  Montezuma's  time, 
A  crimson  record  of  revolting  crime  ; 
Of  military  murders,  peon  slaves, 
And  tyrants  gloating  o'er  their  victims'  graves; 
Where  lawless  bandits  rule  each  petty  state, 
And  ev'ry  heart  is  charged  with  'Gringo'  hate. 
Lo  !  'revolution'  shakes  her  burning  hills, 
And  all  the  world  with  breathless  horror  fills, 
When  cutthroat  bands  of  savage  troops  engage 
In  fiendish  acts  of  wanton  villanage. 


THE  WRATHFUL  PATRIOT 


European      Shocked  Europe  sees  her  subjects  slain  and  scolds, 
Protest.        yet  intervention  with  her  troops  witholds ; 
Points  to  the  hated  Doctrine  of  Monroe, 
And  bids  Columbia  feed  the  carrion  crow. 
Our  ' watchful  waiting'  President  awakes, 
With  armored  fleets  a  demonstration  makes, 
Vera  Cruz.   And  'blood  and  thunder'  down  at  Vera  Cruz, 
Observed  with  wonder  does  the  world  amuse. 
Millions  of  money  most  unwisely  spent, 
Dead  'heroes'  home  to  'graves  of  glory'  sent, 
And  all  the  grain  from  troops  or  cannoneer — 
Not  worth  a  mother's  wail  or  father's  tear. 


A  Foe 
Forever. 


Future 

Regrets. 


"A  foe  forever  by  our  nation's  side, 

That  land  shall  be.  with  enemies  allied. 

Sign  pacts  of  peace,  make  treaties  as  you  will, 

Her  states  shall  reel  with  revolution  still. 

They  cannot  govern,  as  is  shown  by  years 

Of  savage  butchery  and  floods  of  tears, 

And  blood  will  flow  with  rivers  running  red, 

Until  the  last  mad  Mexican  is  dead. 

By  Mexics'  acts  your  Monroe  Doctrine  yet, 

Perhaps  too  late,  may  curse  you  with  regret. 

Already  hints  of  ceded  bays  we  hear, 

To  Asian  realm  with  cruisers  lurking  near ; 

Yet  look  to  Congress  where  the  members  doze, 

Deaf  to  the  growling  of  encroaching  foes. 

There  Dullness  reigns  and  prescience  is  unknown, 

While  Folly  leads  each  shallow  head  of  bone. 


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Long  have  I  hey  wrangled  with  abusive  lips, 
O'er  naval  budgets  and  tin-  IKMM!  of  ships; 
In  party  squabbles  o'er  each  vessel  fought. 
While  owning  scarcity  with  daiiger  fraught; 

Selling          And  now  when  needed  most,  ye  Gods  of  War! 

the  Navy.     \Vhai  means  the  passage  of  a  senseless  law.' 

They  rob  our  nation  of  its  dreadnaughts  great. 
Our  naval  secrets  give  a  foreign  state; 
Blind  to  all  omens  hug  illusive  Peace, 
And  vote  to  sell  our  fighting  ships  to  Greece. 
Our  irreat  canal,  from  sea  to  sea  complete, 
May  ne-'d  protection  of  a  mighty  fleet, 
And  deed  like  this  performed  at  such  a  time, 
Is  stupid  folly  and  colossal  crime. 
Whate'er  the  motive  of  the  shameful  act. 
Or  who  may  profit  by  the  dang'rous  pact; 
If  people  reckless  Congressmen  elect, 
What  else  hut  folly  can  the  land  expect? 

The  Coming  "Now  list!  thou  mortal  thing  with  malted  loci's 
Storm.  And  clammy  head  which  nervous  terror  rocks. 

"Pis  true,  'returning  from  the  realms  of  Hirlit.' 
We  shades  arc  gifted  with  previsive  sight. 
And  looming  o'er  our  country,  can  descry 
The  clouds  of  doom  unseen  by  mortal  eye. 
I, ike  distant  thunder  ere  1h:>  storms  descend. 
We  hear  the  sounds  which  anarchy  portend. 
Not   mine  the  wish  prophetic  to  portray 
Terrific  horrors  of  the  awful  dav, 


A  Crime. 


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Reform. 


Women 
Voters. 


Stop 

Immigra 
tion. 


When  rising  rebels  with  resentment  dire, 
Mad  murders  wreak  and  spread  destroying  fire ; 
Or  paint  the  fury  of  rude  mobs  that  rage, 
Their  vengeance  glut,  and  lust  for  blood  assuage : 
While  raucous  howls  of  savage  anger  swell 
Like  horrid  echoes  from  the  depths  of  hell. 
Not  such  my  wish !  yet  sure  as  planet  turns, 
Or  Sol  with  blazing  light  each  morn  returns ; 
Our  nation  soon  must  face  the  coming  storm, 
Or  change  conditions  by  supreme  reform. 
The  land  is  weary  of  Corruption's  sway, 
Of  ruling  trusts  and  plutocrats  who  prey ; 
Of  politicians  who  've  outlived  the  times, 
With  records  foul  of  trickery  and  crimes. 
The  votes  of  WOMEN  will  our  states  redeem 
From  crimeful  politics  and  grafting  scheme ! 
'Tis  time  to  give  the  mothers  of  our  race 
The  right  of  suffrage,  'tis  their  proper  place 
They  suffer  most,  with  sorrow  pay  the  price, 
When  victims  stumble  in  the  snares  of  vice. 
Enough  of  such  with  patriotic  men 
Columbia  holds  to  bring  reform  again. 
They'll  find  a  way  with  ballots  to  create 
The  new  conditions  which  will  wrongs  abate, 
With  nobler  hearts  who  scorn  official  pelf, 
And  love  of  country  paramount  to  self. 
Next,  best  and  brightest  of  all  hopes  to  savo 
The  nation  sinking  in  Corruption 's  wave ; 
STOP  IMMIGRATION !  greatest  cause  of  all 
The  discontent  and  evils  which  appall ; 


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A  treason-breeder  in  each  troubled  state 

Which  feeds  the  fires  of  anarchistic  hate ; 

The  curse  of  starving  workers,  but  the  joy 

Of  corporations  who  the  slaves  employ. 

Tli ore  are  too  many  hungry  people  now, 

Who  tramp  with  idle  hands  and  gloomy  brow ; 

Bewail  the  lack  of  labor  and  deplore  \ 

The  crowding  influx  from  each  foreign  shore. 

This  evil  stopped,  presages  better  times, 

With  loyal  workers  and  decrease  of  crimes. 

A  Final        ''Now  hear  my  final  words  before  I  go, 
Warning.      An(j  heed  thc  fatefui  warning  I  bestow. 

Go !    Tell  again  the  rule  with  wisdom  rife, 
Once  made  by  Washington  in  mortal  life, 
And  let  no  shallow  hypocrite  arise 
To  blind  with  sophistry  the  nation's  eyes. 
Since  first  our  nation  rose,  it  has  observed  » 

The  rule  which  has  from  monarchy  preserved, 
And  well  maintained  as  rulers  came  and  went : 
Two  Terms  <TWQ  TERMS  THE  LIMIT  FOR  EACH  PRESIDENT 
This  I  advised,  a  monarch's  crown  repelled, 
And  patriots  since,  my  wisdom  have  upheld. 
One  term  witli  glory  gilds  an  honored  name, 
And  two  should  cover  with  enduring  fame. 
But  should  there  be  one  with  expanded  head, 
By  ego  blinded  and  ambition  led, 
Who  twice  was  honored  yet  aspires  again 
With  brazen  face  the  office  to  attain; 


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Plays  to  the  rabble,  from  the  rostrum  speaks 
Of  curing  ills  with  legislative  freaks, 
And  hails  himself  a  new  Messiah,  sent 
To  save  the  land  as  third  term  President ; 
Then  cursed  the  hollow  heads  with  little  sense 
Who  heed  the  demagogue  of  vile  pretense, 
And  cursed  forever  be  the  fatal  hour 
When  such  a  parvenu  is  given  power ! 
Then  comes  the  first  dictator,  Freedom  goes, 
Next  martial  rule  with  military  woes, 
And  soon  the  traitor  monarch 's  rule  acquires, 
While  Treason  smiles  and  Liberty  expires ! 
"Now  you!"  he  cried,  advancing  in  his  wrath, 
As  though  to  seize  and  hurl  me  from  his  path ; 
While  midnight  echoed  with  my  fearful  scream, 
When  I  awoke,  to  find  it  was  a  dream. 


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